That's Very Nice If They Want To

Let's Say I've Directed That [writing] Energy Into Writing My Latest Book But Suddenly, I Really Want To Write About An Onion. I Don't Say To Myself, "no, You Have Stay On The Subject," Because I Know That The Longer I Stay On The Subject The More Boring I Get. So, If My Mind Wants To Write About An Onion, It Might Be A Deeper Way To Go Into What I'm Working On, Even Though It Might Seem Irrelevant. This Is How I've Learned To Follow My Mind.

At The Moment Our Rational Mind Stops, Hits Against A Wall ... Something Else Happens. And A Bigger Mind, Like A Pearl, Rolls In A Silver Bowl.

Oh, My Passion! That Is What Finally Carried Me Through. Let Passion Burn All The Way, Heating Up Every Layer Of The Psyche.

If You Love The Work, It Will Love You Back.

I Wonder If I Don't Give Too Much Of Myself To Writing: I Am Always Half Where I Am; The Other Half Is Feeding The Furnace, Kick-starting The Heat Of Creativity. I Am Making Love With Someone But At The Same Time I'm Noticing How This Graceful Hand Across My Belly Might Just Fit In With The Memory Of Lilacs In Albuquerque In 1974.