You Have The Feeling That

Women Had Been On The Verge Of Taking Over The World-the Western World, Anyway. Then Some Sexist Pig In Silicon Valley Invented The Cell Phone And Women Took A Sidetrack On Which All Four Billion Of Them Would Soon Be Happily Talking To Each Other Twenty-four Hours A Day, Getting Nothing Else Done, And Men Would Be Back.

Well, I Am Becoming Doddering And Old But I Have - I'm Writing Two Books A Year Now. It's Like 220,000 Words Or Something Like Finished, And, Honest To God, I Can't Do That. I Really Do Need The Help Of, You Know, Other People Working With Me.

I've Always Been Sort Of Interested In The Rural Countryside. Things Happen Out There That Are Very Strange To City Dwellers.

As An Individual With My Own Hurts, I Go Into The Garden (gethsemane) As Often As I Need To. There I Identify With The Pain In The Other, With My Part In That Pain, My Part In Tempting Someone To Wound Me. I Experience The Other's Pain, And God's Pain, And Am Devastated - Because Their Pain Becomes My Own. Feeling Such Anguish, I Can Forgive, Or Deeply Repent, Either For Myself Or On Behalf Of The Other.

Most People Who Are Trying To Write Kind Of Sit In Their Basements And Pull It Out Of Their Imaginations.