Nothing Again. No One Is Listening. No

One Might Think That A Boy Who Was Out In The Snow For So Long Would Get Cold, But Max Was Not. He Was Warm, Partly Because He Had On Many Layers, And Partly Because Boys Who Are Part Wolf And Part Wind Do Not Get Cold.

Yes, A Dark Time Passed Over This Land, But Now There Is Something Like Light.

She Pulls Away, Pats Me On The Shoulder With Three Mini-pats, Like Those Used To Pet Reptiles.

If You Want To Write About People, You Can Make It Up. But If You Spend Time Talking To Someone And Examining What It Is You Want To Write About, You Discover A Level Of Detail That You Wouldn't Have Noticed Otherwise.

I Love To Be Surprised Or Challenged Or Told That I Know Less Than I Thought That I Knew. I Know It's An Old Saw, But The Older I Get The Less I Know I Know.