I had a period where I thought I might not be good enough to publish.
Optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.
People seem to think there's a magic formula to writing, i just write 1 word at a time.
You could not turn off love- even the rather absent, sometimes taken for granted love- the way you'd turn off a faucet. Love ran from the heart and the heart had it's own imperatives
Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.
God grant me to SERENITY to accept what I cannot change the TENACITY to change what I may and the GOOD LUCK not to f*** up too often