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At The Time, I Didn't Have The Insight To Wonder At The Transient Nature Of Despair, But Now That I'm Older I've Seen How Little It Takes To Turn A Person's Life Around For Better Or Worse. An Event Will Do, Or An Idea. Another Person. An Idea Of A Person.

Self-knowledge Is Essential Not Only To Writing, But To Doing Almost Anything Really Well. It Allows You To Work Through From A Deep Place - From The Deep, Dark Corners Of Your Subconscious Mind.

And After Awhile Of This My Brain And My Body And Every Single Inch Of Me That Was Alive Was Flooded With The Feeling That I Was Starving, Starving For Edmond. And What A Coincidence, That Was The Feeling I Loved Best In The World.

Fate Is Trying To Kill Me. I Miss My Dog. What's A Doctor Going To Say? You're Not Ill, You're Mad As A Muffin? They'll Either Lock Me Up Or Tell Me To Get A Grip And No One Will Believe The Truth Anyway.

While Working In Advertising, I Channelled My Creative Energy Into Elaborate Escape Fantasies: Cake Making, Dog Breeding, The Peace Corps.