My writing is an excursion.
As with all diversions in the realm of the unconscious, much is learned when, suddenly, you turn off the pedestrian path, tugged by that intuitive unplanned burst, and saunter down an unknown alley—that is the adventure.
There are those who might say that some of these offerings are written roman à clef; and they would be correct.
Lives connect, touch, overlap, adhere, and drift apart in the mosaic we call reality.
And, after all, nothing is as limitless and beguiling as reality, which never dries up.
My credo stands: Remember, many are called; few choose to go.»