My Interests Are Different Now

You Spend So Much Time Wondering Who You Are, Don't You Think? You Flounder About, Searching For Your Identity, When Most Of The Time It Is Plain As The Nose On Your Face. You Struggle With Questions Of Purpose And Need, And Forget That The Answers Are Found Mostly Inside Yourselves.

There Is Poetry In Fiction. If You Cannot See It And Feel It When You Write, You Need To Step Back And Examine What You Are Doing Wrong. If You Have Not Figured Out How To Write A Simple Declarative Sentence And Make It Sing With That Poetry, You Are Not Yet Ready To Write An Entire Book.

A World In Which Elves Exist And Magic Works Offers Greater Opportunities To Digress And Explore.

If You Don't Think There Is Magic In Writing, You Probably Won't Write Anything Magical.

She Has Her Gown Nicely In Place Tonight, Doesn't She? Black Velvet And Sparkles, Not A Thread Left Hanging. Clever Girl, This City. Even The Sky Is Her Friend.