Growing Up, I Didn't Have

I Remember One Winter, When I Was About Five Or Six, I Spent Three Days With Another Boy, Tracking A Bobcat That Had Been Sighted In Another County Fifty Miles Away, But Which I Was Sure Had Come Into Our Neighborhood.

When I Was A Kid, We Had To Rely On Our Imaginations For Entertainment.

What We Have In Life That We Can Count On Is Who We Are And Where We Come From, She Thought Absently. For Better Or Worse, That's What We Have To Sustain Us In Our Endeavors, To Buttress Us In Our Darker Moments, And To Remind Us Of Our Identity. Without Those Things, We Are Adrift.

Fiction Writers Are Strange Beasts. They Are, Like All Writers, Observers First And Foremost. Everything That Happens To And Around Them Is Potential Material For A Story, And They Look At It That Way.

We Live Out Our Lives As We Are Meant To Live Them-with Some Choice, With Some Chance, But Mostly As A Result Of The Persons We Are.