Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime, I fell in Love in the Library once upon a time.
There's a strange sense of pleasure being beat to hell by a storm when you're on a ship that is not going to sink.
Drive-in, you guzzle gin, commit a little mortal sin.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I've got cabin fever.
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
Instinct taught me 20 years ago to pace a song or a concert performance. That translates into pacing a story, pleasing a reading audience.