The World Is Turning Into A Cesspool

Everybody Has A Talent, Whether It's Scrapbooking, Or Kite-flying, Or Brain Surgery, Or Writing, Everybody Has A Talent. And If They Discover It, And They Turn It To Their Purposes And Make A Living Out Of It, Then They Become Not "that Person," But They Become "that Writer" Or "that Doctor" Or "that Supervisor."

I Refuse To Write The Same Story Twice. I Keep Experimenting. I Keep Learning How To Work. I've Been At It Pretty Much 50 Years, And I'm Now Beginning To Learn How To Do The Job Well.

Time Is Like A River Flowing Endlessly Through The Universe. And If You Poled Your Flatboat In That River You Might Fight Your Way Against The Current And Travel Upstream Into The Past. Or Go With The Flow And Rush Into The Future. This Was In A Less Cynical Time Before Toxic Waste Dumping And Pollution Filled The Waterway Of Chronus With The Detritus Of Empty Hours Wasted Minutes Years Of Repetition And Time That Has Been Killed.

They Minute People Fall In Love They Become Liars.

The Trap Into Which All Writers Have, Will, Or Should Fall Into, Of Writing The Great American Watchamacallit, Is Such An Uncluttered And Inviting One That From Time To Time I'm Sure Even The Greatest Have To Pull Themselves Up Short By The Shift Key To Remind Themselves That It Is Story First That They Should Write.