When I Started As A Writer, I

Some Writers, Of Course, Simply Write, As They Feel They Are Driven To Do, By Outer/inner Inspirations. If, After The Work Is Written And, Hopefully, Published, Others Respond -- That Is The Champagne. But We, Or Some Of Us, Don't Write For The Champagne. We Write Because We Write.

The Soul Is A Magician. Only Living Flesh Hampers It.

I Never Know Where I Am Going, Though. That Is Part Of What Makes It So Wonderful. And After All, Who Does?

Madness. I Did Not Get Myself Born To Die. I Have Better Things To Do.

Whatever The Hell I Am, I Am Me.