Everything I write now might have roots in myths, often disguised,often dissolved into new multi-ethnic myths of my own making.

The only thing faster than the speed of thought is the speed of forgetfulness. Good thing we have other people to help us remember.

Once upon a time, the Reindeer took a running leap and jumped over the Northern Lights. But he jumped too low, and the long fur of his beautiful flowing tail got singed by the rainbow fires of the aurora. To this day the reindeer has no tail to speak of. But he is too busy pulling the Important Sleigh to notice what is lost. And he certainly doesn’t complain. What's your excuse?

The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.

Stick around long enough to be someone's friend. Because true friendship, once recognized, in its essence is effortless.

I sat down and wrote a short story in two weeks and submitted it to Marion Zimmer Bradley. And Marion bought "Wound On The Moon" .My first sale and my first pro sale rolled into one.

The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.