Keep violence in the mind Where it belongs (Barefoot in the Head)

Science fiction is for real, space opera is for fun.

A writer should say to himself, not, How can I get more money?, but How can I reach more readers (without lowering standards)?

Keep violence in the mind Where it belongs (Barefoot in the Head)

I have had wealth, rank and power, but, if these were all I had, how wretched I should be.

Writers must fortify themselves with pride and egotism as best they can. The process is analogous to using sandbags and loose timbers to protect a house against flood. Writers are vulnerable creatures like anyone else. For what do they have in reality? Not sandbags, not timbers. Just a flimsy reputation and a name.

The prose poem Walk The Red Road is great stuff and deserves to be read aloud. It compares quite favorably to The Walls Of Emerald by Li Chiang Yen, a Chinese poet of the late Tang period.