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Reading Asks That You Bring Your Whole Life Experience And Your Ability To Decode The Written Word And Your Creative Imagination To The Page And Be A Co-author With The Writer, Because The Story Is Just Squiggles On The Page Unless You Have A Reader.

I Love Revision. Where Else Can Spilled Milk Be Turned Into Ice Cream?

Trouble Can Always Be Borne When It Is Shared.

Still, I Kept Writing. I Had No Guarantee That I Would Someday Win Awards For Writing. Heavens, The Only Person During That Time Who Seemed To Think I Could Write Something Worth Publishing Was My Loyal Husband. But I Always Remembered The Professor From Graduate School Who Urged Me To Write And Who Recommended Me For That First Writing Assignment In 1964. When I Protested To Sara Little That I Didn't Want To Add Another Mediocre Writer To The World, She Gently Reminded Me That If I Didn't Dare Mediocrity, I Would Never Write Anything At All.

Church Always Seemed The Same. Jess Could Tune It Out The Same Way He Tuned Out School, With His Body Standing Up And Sitting Down In Unison With The Rest Of The Congregation But His Mind Numb And Floating, Not Really Thinking Or Dreaming But At Least Free.