The Real Secret Of Magic Is That

I Don't Write Fantasy; I Write Historical Novels About An Imaginary Place.

The Real Secret Of Magic Is That There Is No Magic.

There Are Many Ways To Love Someone. Sometimes We Want Love So Much, We're Not Too Choosy About Who We Love. Other Times, We Make Love Such A Pure And Noble Thing, No Poor Human Can Ever Meet Our Vision. But For The Most Part, Love Is A Recognition, An Opportunity To Say, "there Is Something About You I Cherish." It Doesn't Entail Marriage, Or Even Physical Love. There's Love Of Parents, Love Of City Or Nation, Love Of Life, And Love Of People. All Different, All Love.

If I Leave My Computer, I'm Probably Not Going To Get Back For Hours. If I Take A Few Minutes To Answer Questions And Go Web Surfing, Then Guilt Kicks In And I Get Back To Work.

Jigsaw Lady Is The Working Title Of A Science Fiction Novel I've Had In My Head For Darn Near 15 Years. I Think I'll Start Work On It Next Year (in All My Spare Time) But I'd Like To Get It Finished Some Day.