Laughing And Love. They Are Both Drugs.

I Don't Write With An Outline. I Don't Often Know What I'm Going To Do As I'm Writing. And I Do Everything By Feel And By Instinct.

The Way America Works, And The Way L.a. Works, Is A Very Small Percentage Of People Get What They Want Out Of Life, And A Much Greater Percentage Try Very Very Hard And They Don't. That's Just The Way It Is.

This Girl With Nothing But Her Own Strength And A Desire To Be Free. With Nothing But A Beating Heart That Is Scared To Be Alone. With Nothing But Clear Blue Eyes That See Through Me And Understand Me. With Nothing But Open Arms Ready To Receive Me. To Stand By Me. To Walk With Me. To Love Me. I Love Her. Lilly. The Girl With Nothing And Everything. Lilly. I Love Her. A Tear Appears. She Smiles. She Leans Forward Kisses My Lips Softly Kisses Me And As Our Lips Touch Barely Touch She Whispers. I Love You Too, James. Our Lips Barely Touching She Whispers. I Love You. Whispers. I Love You.

I'm Writing Books. They're Still A Mix Of Fact And Fiction And Will Continue To Be. I Think It's An Interesting Place To Work.

There Is No Such Things As God's Word On Earth. Or If There Is It Is Not To Be Found In Books. -then Where Is It To Be Found?- In Love. In The Laughter Of Children. In A Gift Given. In A Life Saved. In The Quiet Of Morning. In The Dead Of Night. In The Sound Of The Ocean, Or The Sound Of A Car. It Can Be Found In Anything, Anywhere. It Is The Fabric Of Our Lives, Our Feelings, The People We Live With, Things We Know To Be Real.