The men who cannot laugh at themselves frighten me even more than those who laugh at everything.
We all try to forget what hurts us, it is sometimes the only way we can continue.
some kinds of beauty did not heal, but hollowed the pain even deeper.
I did a complete rewrite of 650 pages in two weeks.
What do I believe? It has been a long journey of discovery. There have been hesitations and errors along the way, and no doubt will be more, because I am still learning, both about myself and about life.
I am now working on the second WWI story and find the challenge marvelous.