I Want To Touch The Heart Of

The Past Scampers Like An Alley Cat Through The Present, Leaving The Paw Prints Of Memories Scattered Helter-skelter.

I Do Believe In An Everyday Sort Of Magic -- The Inexplicable Connectedness We Sometimes Experience With Places, People, Works Of Art And The Like; The Eerie Appropriateness Of Moments Of Synchronicity; The Whispered Voice, The Hidden Presence, When We Think We're Alone.

Like Legend And Myth, Magic Fades When It Is Unused - Hence All The Old Tales Of Elfin Kingdoms Moving Further And Further Away From Our World, Or That Magical Beings Require Our Faith, Our Belief In Their Existence, To Survive. That Is A Lie. All They Require Is Our Recognition.

There's More To Life Than Just Surviving . . . But . . . Sometimes Just Surviving Is All You Get

I Don't Actually Talk About My Books Much, Because I Find If I Talk About Them I Don't Want To Write Them Anymore. I Write To Find Out What Happens. You Know How You Read A Book? That's What I'm Doing Except I'm Just Doing It A Lot Slower Because It Takes A Lot Longer To Do.