Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
Shells sink, dreams float. Life's good on our boat.
Instinct taught me 20 years ago to pace a song or a concert performance. That translates into pacing a story, pleasing a reading audience.
One of the inescapable encumbrances of leading an interesting life is that there have to be moments when you almost lose it.
Indecision may or may not be my problem.
At 57, to have a No. 1 album, I wasn't expecting it.