What Sustains Me Is To Be With

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

That The World Was Silent And Cold And Bare And That In This Lay Its Terrible Beauty

To Persevere Is Always A Reflection Of The State Of One's Inner Life, One's Philosophy And One's Perspective

Writing Became An Obsessive Compulsive Habit But I Had Almost No Money So I Thought About Being An Urban Firefighter And Having Lots Of Free Time In Which To Write Or Becoming An English Teacher And Thinking About Books And Writers On A Daily Basis. That Swayed Me.

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.