It's A Little Silly To Finally Learn

I Wake Expectant, Hoping To See A New Thing.

We Live In All We Seek.

The Sensation Of Writing A Book Is The Sensation Of Spinning, Blinded By Love And Daring.

A Work In Progress Quickly Becomes Feral. It Reverts To A Wild State Overnight. It Is Barely Domesticated, A Mustang On Which You One Day Fastened A Halter, But Which Now You Cannot Catch. It Is A Lion You Cage In Your Study. As The Work Grows, It Gets Harder To Control; It Is A Lion Growing In Strength. You Must Visit It Every Day And Reassert Your Mastery Over It. If You Skip A Day, You Are, Quite Rightly, Afraid To Open The Door To Its Room. You Enter Its Room With Bravura, Holding A Chair At The Thing And Shouting, "simba!

If You Stay Still, Earth Buries You, Ready Or Not.