I Must Admit I’m Impressed,

I Tell Aspiring Writers That You Have To Find What You Must Write. When You Find It, You Will Know, Because The Subject Matter Won’t Let You Go. It’s Not Enough To Write Simply Because You Think It Would Be Neat To Be Published. You Have To Be Compelled To Write. If You’re Not, Nothing Else That You Do Matters.

Eat Bitter, Taste Sweet

Fish Gathered To Look At Us - A School Of Baracudas, Some Curious Marines. Scram! I Told Them. They Swam Off, But I Could Tell They Went Reluctantly. I Swear I Understood Their Intencions. They Were About To Star Rumors Flighing Around The Sea About The Son Of Poseidon And Some Girl At The Bottom Of Siren Bay.

It Was If The City Knew About Percy's Dream Of Gaea. It Knew That The Earth Goddess Intended On Razing All Human Civilization, And This City, Which Had Stood For Thousands If Years, Was Saying Back At Her: You Wanna Dissolve This City, Dirt Face? Give It A Shot. In Other Words, It Was The Coach Hedge Of Mortal Cities- Only Taller.

I Was Flying Right Toward Him (the Pig) At The Speed Of Demigod-smashing.