If they had said my writing wasn't good enough, fair enough, that's an opinion. But to say it's too complex is to insult the intelligence of the so-called young.

I think of myself as a storyteller, and that is it.

How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.

It's lovely. I hate it.

Writers tell stories better, because they've had more practice, but everyone has a book in them. Yes, that old cliche.

A rose by any other name Would get the blame For being what it is-- The colour of a kiss, The shadow of a flame. A rose may earn another name, So call it love; So call it love I will, And love is like the sea, Which changes constantly, And yet is still The same.

It's very selfish when I write. I'm not aware, ever, of writing for another person; I'm not even really aware of writing for myself.