I'm A Pretty Harsh Critic

I Don't Think Anyone Will Believe Me, But I've Never Been Pressured By A Publisher To Churn Out A Book.

There Is Nothing Like The Start Of A Season, Before All The One-run Losses, Pitching Breakdowns And Missed Opportunities. Before Reality Sets In.

A Really Good Day For Me Is To Write My Book For About Four Hours, Go To The Writing Room For About Four Hours And Then Maybe Come Back To The Book To Finish The Day For A Few More Hours Of It.

The Setting Sun Burned The Sky Pink And Orange In The Same Bright Hues As Surfers' Bathing Suits. It Was Beautiful Deception, Bosch Thought, As He Drove North On The Hollywood Freeway To Home. Sunsets Did That Here. Made You Forget It Was The Smog That Made Their Colors So Brilliant, That Behind Every Pretty Picture There Could Be An Ugly Story.

I Think I Would Spend The First 30 Weeks Not Writing, Just Clearing My Head And Seeing Parts Of The World I Haven't Seen And Going Back To Places I Have Seen And Love.