There was never any question about what I was going to write about. It was just a question about how the information presented in my books would illuminate the reader into a deeper understanding of all possibilities. The feeling that I was in the world, but didn’t belong to it, was an invitation to experience …
When I first started to express my creativity via the written word I could hear the words rise in my head. Initially, the voices were those of the characters I was writing about. The young Inuit girl that followed the bird out into the arctic wilderness, and then perished, my friends when I wrote the …
The fever that gripped me for two weeks after my possession cooled after the textbooks were filled. Yet my poetic heart blossomed, and I spent my nights composing poems for muses that came into the bars I worked in around the world. Romances and lovers came along with my gifts, and I gratefully accepted every …