I had a period where I thought I might not be good enough to publish.
How life did imitate art sometimes. And the cruder the art, the closer the imitation.
We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why.
It is, after all, the dab of grit that seeps into an oyster's shell that makes the pearl, not pearl-making seminars with other oysters.
Do it for joy and you can do it forever
We're all going to die; I'm just trying to make it a little more interesting.