What Sustains Me Is To Be With

I Write Because Something Inner And Unconscious Forces Me To. That Is The First Compulsion. The Second Is One Of Ethical And Moral Duty. I Feel Responsible To Tell Stories That Inspire Readers To Consider More Deeply Who They Are.

Everybody Has A World, And That World Is Completely Hidden Until We Begin To Inquire. As Soon As We Do, That Entire World Opens To Us And Yields Itself. And You See How Full And Complex It Is.

I Was Aware That There Is An Expectation That Writers Inevitably Falter At This Stage, That They Fail To Live Up To The Promise Of Their First Successful Book, That The Next Book Never Pleases The Way The Prior One Did. It Simply Increased My Sense Of Being Challenged.

It's A Brooding Melancholy That Haunts Me.

Post-modernism Is Dead Because It Didn't Address Human Needs.