There's An Old Sysan Saying That The

Dead Air' Is Full Of Rants; It's A Rant-based Book. Yes, It's Self-indulgence. I Plead Guilty; Mea Culpa.

It Was The Day My Grandmother Exploded.

The Truth Is Not Always Useful, Not Always Good. It’s Like Putting Your Faith In Water. Yes, We Need The Rain, But Too Much Can Sweep You Away In A Flood And Drown You. Like All Great Natural, Elemental Forces, The Truth Needs To Be Channeled, Managed, Controlled And Intelligently, Morally Allocated.

Smell Is A Very Animal Thing, Almost Reptilian, Where The More Cerebral Things Like Reading Less So.

Writing Is Like Everything Else: The More You Do It The Better You Get. Don't Try To Perfect As You Go Along, Just Get To The End Of The Damn Thing. Accept Imperfections. Get It Finished And Then You Can Go Back. If You Try To Polish Every Sentence There's A Chance You'll Never Get Past The First Chapter.