There Comes Always A Moment When The

What We Leave Behind In This Life Is The Memory Of Who We Were And What We Did. An Imprint, No More.

Too Often I Am Jealous And My Jealousy Leads Me To Say Things-things-that I Regret.

We Are Who We Are, Be­cause Of Those We Choose To Love And Be­cause Of Those Who Love Us.

There’s Only One Difference Between Published And Unpublished Writers, And It Is This -- The First Group See Their Work In Print On The Shelves Of Waterstone’s Or Tesco Or Online At Amazon; The Second Group Are Yet To Have Physical Evidence Of The Hours, Weeks, Years Spent Fashioning Words Into Their Patterns. You Are Already A Writer.

Usually I Decide On What It Is I'm Writing Next By The Books I'm Reading.