The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is tha life actually goes on.

Homework is a term that means grown up imposed yet self-afflicting torture.

I looked around. As flock leader, everyone was expecting me to make a decision. Jeb's presence here would bring uncertainty, chaos, probably danger. It would perk up my day.

In my office in Florida I have, I think, 30 manuscript piles around the room. Some are screenplays or comic books or graphic novels. Some are almost done. Some I'm rewriting. If I'm working with a co-writer, they'll usually write the first draft. And then I write subsequent drafts.

"Disappear where?" You know what they say: curiosity killed the mutant bird kid. But I couldn't help myself.

You know, I guess I just don't like to talk a lot about sad things. Now you know my flaw. What good does it do to talk about sad things in the past?

My, g**, he was as strong as a team of oxen. That would be strong right?