Looking Back, Of Course, It Was Irresponsible,

Book Tours And Research Provide A Lot Of Travel - Too Much, I Sometimes Think, But We Do Take Vacations.

Pride Makes A Man, It Drives Him, It Is The Shield Wall Around His Reputation... Men Die, They Said, But Reputation Does Not Die.

Latin! The Language Of God! Or Perhaps He Speaks Hebrew? I Suppose That's More Likely And It Will Make Things Rather Awkward In Heaven, Won't It? Will We All Have To Learn Hebrew?

Love Is A Dangerous Thing. It Comes In Disguise To Change Our Life... Lust Is The Deceiver. Lust Wrenches Our Lives Until Nothing Matters Except The One We Think We Love, And Under That Deceptive Spell We Kill For Them, Give All For Them, And Then, When We Have What We Have Wanted, We Discover That It Is All An Illusion And Nothing Is There. Lust Is A Voyage To Nowhere, To An Empty Land, But Some Men Just Love Such Voyages And Never Care About The Destination. Love Is A Voyage Too, A Voyage With No Destination Except Death, But A Voyage Of Bliss.

At Risk Of Sounding Foully Pompous I Think That Writers' Groups Are Probably Very Useful At The Beginning Of A Writing Career.