A Dream Without A Plan

I Love Revision. Where Else Can Spilled Milk Be Turned Into Ice Cream?

A Good Story Is Alive, Ever Changing And Growing As It Meets Each Listener Or Reader In A Spirited And Unique Encounter, While The Moralistic Tale Is Not Only Dead On Arrival, It's Already Been Embalmed. It's Safer That Way. When A Lively Story Goes Dancing Out To Meet The Imagination Of A Child, The Teller Loses Control Over Meaning. The Child Gets To Decide What The Story Means.

Nothing Smelled So Good Or Danced So Well As A Birch Fire.

It Was Up To Him To Pay Back To The World In Beauty And Caring What Leslie Had Loaned Him In Vision And Strength.

I Think If A Book Has The Power To Move A Reader, It Also Has The Power To Offend A Reader. And You Want Your Books To Have Power, So You Just Have To Take What Comes With That.