Maybe I’m A Human, But I’m A

So Much As I Enjoy Big Novels Of Epic Sweep, I Often Find, Say, If They Follow Several Generations, By The Third Generation, I'm Not Caring About The People Anymore.

I Think About Old Nick Carrying Me Into The Truck, I'm Dizzy Like I'm Going To Fall Down. "scared Is What You're Feeling," Says Ma, "but Brave Is What You're Doing." "huh?" "scaredybrave." "scave." Word Sandwiches Always Make Her Laugh But I Wasn't Being Funny.

Sometimes, I Think There's A Lack Of Ambition In Me. But Then Sometimes, I Think, No, You Can, Like William Blake Said, You Know, See Heaven In A Grain Of Sand. If You Look Really, Really Closely At A Situation, You Can Find Almost Endless Interest In It.

Change For Your Own Sake, If You Must, Not For What You Imagine Another Will Ask Of You.

Writing Stories Is My Way Of Scratching That Itch: My Escape From The Claustrophobia Of Individuality. It Lets Me, At Least For A While, Live More Than One Life, Walk More Than One Path. Reading, Of Course, Can Do The Same.