My Parents Gave Me That

I'm An E-mail Junkie Though I'm Trying To Read My In-box Only Twice A Day And To Answer All At Once.

I Use A Computer, But Before I Begin Each New Book I Keep A Notebook. I Write Down Everything That Comes To Mind During That Period Before I Actually Begin. It Might Take Months Or Weeks. That Notebook Is My Security Blanket So That I Never Have To Face A Blank Screen (or Blank Page). But I Print Out Often And My Best Ideas Usually Come With A Pencil In My Hand.

I Do Believe That People Who Write For Children Are Deeply Connected To Their Own Childhood.

I Made Promises To You That I'm Not Sure I Can Keep. None Of It Has Anything To Do With You. It's Just That I Don't Know What To Do Now. You Must Be Thinking What A Rotten Person I Am. Well, Believe Me, I'm Thinking The Same Thing. I Don't Know How This Happened Or Why. Maybe I Can Get Over It. Do You Think You Can Wait - Because I Don't Want You To Stop Loving Me. I Keep Remembering Us And How It Was. I Don't Want To Hurt You ... Not Ever.

I Want You To Know It Was No Big Deal...those Movies Showing Women Screaming In Labor Are Plain Bullshit....there's Nothing To It...you Just Push And Push And Finally The Baby Pops Out...to Tell You The Truth I Don't Even Rember That Much About It Except There Was A Very Nice Guy Standing Over Me And Every Time A Strong Contraction Started He Gave Me A Whiff Of Gas.