It Was Hollow, My Triumph, I Could

I Read About Writers Who Have Routines. They Write At Certain Times Of The Day. I Can't Do That. I Am Always Writing-but In My Head.

I Love Planting. I Love Digging Holes, Putting Plants In, Tapping Them In. And I Love Weeding, But I Don't Like Tidying Up The Garden Afterwards.

I've Never Let The Criticism Deter Me.

An Ugly Thing, That Is What You Are When You Become A Tourist, An Ugly, Empty Thing, A Stupid Thing, A Piece Of Rubbish Pausing Here And There To Gaze At This And Taste That, And It Will Never Occur To You That The People Who Inhabit The Place In Which You Have Just Paused Cannot Stand You.

I've Never Gotten Used To Winter And Never Will.