I Can Write For A Long Time

It's True That Every Day Away From Work Requires Two More Days To Get Back Into It.

I Notice When I'm On These Trips, I Read Like Mad. It's The Only Thing That Seems To Center Me, Bring Me Back To Remembering Who I Am. Or Forgetting Who I Am!

It's Always Obvious To Me When Someone Is Looking At Me With An Idea Of Who I Am And Hoping That That's The Person I'm Going To Be. No Matter How Subtle It Is, It's There, And You Want To Give Them Who They Really Want. But It Ain't Me.

My Success Is Not Who I Am.

To Have A Reason To Get Up In The Morning, It Is Necessary To Have Some Kind Of Guiding Principle. A Belief Of Some Kind