Table of Contents | 11 October 2004
My old man had been dead and gone for eight years now, but what killed him had walked these woods for at least a hundred.
I had great fun visiting these worlds in my mind, and that, combined with my love of drawing and painting, led to the work I do today.
"I don't know if it's possible for me to write a novel in the traditional way and do it successfully. I tried."
airborne and essential, / luminous as a silver vessel.
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