Writing A Novel Is Not

...if You're Alone Nothing Bad Can Happen To You.

I Stare Into A Thin, Web-like Crack Above The Urinal's Handle And Think To Myself That If I Were To Disappear Into That Crack, Say Somehow Miniaturize And Slip Into It, The Odds Are Good That No One Would Notice I Was Gone. No... One... Would... Care. In Fact Some, If They Noticed My Absence, Might Feel An Odd, Indefinable Sense Of Relief. This Is True: The World Is Better Off With Some People Gone. Our Lives Are Not All Interconnected. That Theory Is Crock. Some People Truly Do Not Need To Be Here.

After A While You Learn That Everything Stops.

I Think A Lot Of Snowflakes Are Alike...and I Think A Lot Of People Are Alike Too.

I Don't Know Why I Write What I Write.