And It Was Lonely, To Yearn, All

The Writer After All Is Only Half The Book, The Other Half Is The Reader.

When I Create Characters, I Create A World To Inhabit And They Begin To Feel Very Real For Me. I Don't Belong In A Psych Ward, I Don't Think, But They Become Very Real, Like My Own Family, And Then I Have To Say Goodbye, Close The Door, And Work On Other Things.

I Think Of Every Book As A Single Entity, And Some Have Later Gone On To Become A Series, Often At The Request Of Readers.

He Wept Because He Was Afraid Now That He Could Not Save Gabriel. He No Longer Cared About Himself

Mama Was Crying, And The Rain Made It Seem As If The Whole World Was Crying.