When We Turn From Our Sin, And

In Ireland There’s No Such Thing As Bad Weather ~~~ Only The Wrong Clothes. (in The Company Of Others)

The Standing Fields [ready To Harvest]were The Legions Who Hadn't Filled Their God-vacuum With The One Who Was Born To Fill It; The Standing Fields Were Those Who Waited For Someone To Reach Out And Speak The Truth, And Tell Them How They Might Be Saved.

I Learned Not To Be So Bitterly Defeated When My Fiction Took A Beating From Editors. I Learned In Advertising To Color In The Lines And Have My Work Done On Time And To Make It The Very Best It Could Be.

Writing Is A Way Of Processing Our Lives. And It Can Be A Way Of Healing.

My Life Is Extremely Full And Wretchedly Busy, And I Feel That While My Life Drains Energy From My Work, My Work In Turn Drains Energy From My Life. The Result Is, I Am Always Playing Catch-up Spiritually. That Is My Thorn.