I Guess There Was A War Going

I Was Pretty Far Gone, But Not So Far Gone That I Thought Anyone With Half A Toehold In Reality Would Think What We Were Doing Was A Good Idea.

It's A Strange Sensation To Live Inside Another Person's Life, To Wonder All The Time What He Is Doing, Or Thinking Or Feeling.

Your Writing Voice Is The Deepest Possible Reflection Of Who You Are. The Job Of Your Voice Is Not To Seduce Or Flatter Or Make Well-shaped Sentences. In Your Voice, Your Readers Should Be Able To Hear The Contents Of Your Mind, Your Heart, Your Soul.

Every War Has Turning Points And Every Person Too.

But All I Could Think Was In New York That Kid Would Have Been Stuck In A Straitjacket Practically From Birth And Dangled Over A Tank Full Of Educational Consultants And Remedial Experts All Snapping At His Ankles For The Next Twenty Years Arguing About His Special Needs And Getting Paid Plenty For It.