What Other Thing, Eve?" "i Love You.

I'd Rather Lie Bare-assed Naked On The Sidewalk And Be Trampled By Tourists From South Dakota Than Be An Accountant.

When Somebody Walks Out, It Leaves A Hole In You. Some People Fill It Up, The Good And The Bad, And Get On That Way. Some People Leave It Open, Maybe Long Enough To Heal, Maybe Too Long, Picking At It Now And Then So It Doesn't Heal All The Way.

For Over A Year I Continued To Submit Mss, And Have Them Rejected - The Last Few With Rejection Letters Indicated The Story Was Pretty Good, But I Was American.

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.

[first Line] “the Business Of Murder Took Time, Patience, Skill, And A Tolerance For The Monotonous.