I Thought Of The Future,

Reading Dreams. That's What Started Her Walking Down The Road. Every Day She'd Walk A Little Further: A Mile, And Come Home. Two Miles, And Come Home. One Day She Just Kept On.

I've Never Worked For A Newspaper. I've Had Some Very Bad Reviews In Newspapers.

I Am Always Drawn Back To Places Where I Have Lived, The Houses And Their Neighborhoods.

She Is Pure Alice In Wonderland, And Her Appearance And Demeanor Are A Nicely Judged Mix Of The Red Queen And A Flamingo.

I Think I Would Have Written Five Times As Much As I've Written If I Didn't Have This Terrible Sense Of Perfection.