Why Were There No Buoys In Life

I Find I Use The Internet More And More. It's Just An Invaluable Tool. I Do Most Of My Research On The Net Now - And Certainly Do The Bulk Of My Communicating Through Email.

A Writer Never Finds The Time To Write. A Writer Makes It. If You Don't Have The Drive, The Discipline, And The Desire, Then You Can Have All The Talent In The World, And You Aren't Going To Finish A Book.

Every Writer Needs An Editor. I Don't Care How Good You Are Or Think You Are.

Phillip Look Into Ray's Eyes. He Saw Compassion And Hope. And He Saw Himself Mirrored Back, Bleeding In A Dirty Gutter On A Street Where Life Was Worth Less Than A Dime Bag. Sick, Tired, Petrified, Phillip Dropped His Head Into His Hands. "what's The Point?" "you're The Point, Son." Ray Ran His Hand Over Phillip's Hair. "you're The Point.

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.