There Is Much To Admire

I Remember One Winter, When I Was About Five Or Six, I Spent Three Days With Another Boy, Tracking A Bobcat That Had Been Sighted In Another County Fifty Miles Away, But Which I Was Sure Had Come Into Our Neighborhood.

What I Want To Write About Has Changed Somewhat, And The Scope Of The Storytelling Has Changed Accordingly.

We Live Out Our Lives As We Are Meant To Live Them-with Some Choice, With Some Chance, But Mostly As A Result Of The Persons We Are.

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

I Might Add That You Change As A Person As You Grow Older, So You Change As A Writer, Too.