Make your painting feed your writing. Then make your writing feed your painting.

Finishing my novel and posting it in cyberspace must be somewhat like bringing to term and giving birth to a baby. There is a sudden feeling of fulfillment and of pride, quickly followed by a feeling of emptiness that verges on depression for the psychologically weak. During this dark time of stillness there is a compulsion to write again--in the same manner that a painter refuses to set down his brush lest his loss of momentum be perceived as a form of failure or of death. It is a fear of being infertile or sterile.

As for myself, it is always a time to rest and have fun. I spend that time hanging out with my children and grandchildren, or going shopping, or enjoying my house, or being around my antiques, or looking through my jewelry and my treasured collections and my favorite books and my DVDs.

After giving birth to a baby, after all, one doesn't rush to make another baby.

This is why I live. Not for the moments of writing and painting, but for the moments of resting and having fun.

Yet, almost no one seems to understand that.

I wrote the last line of my novel, and my mind took me back to the time I wrote the first, tentative line. And rewrote it. And rewrote it some more, until it sounded right to me. The first line is Alpha, the last, Omega. In between, an entire world of births and deaths and comedies and tragedies.

Perhaps that is how every person's life is. We are fortunate that the Creator has the supreme intelligence to rewrite every line along the way, as necessary and as is best for each and every one of us.

Take care not to write constantly, as you must take care not to paint constantly.

Stop. Rest. Recharge. Have fun in life, because, as you will learn soon enough, that is the point--not writing or painting.

Note that those who write and paint constantly simply keep repeating themselves and, the more they do, the more their works get devalued.

Fill cyberspace with your very mind and your very heart, for it is the writer in cyberspace, not the writer in print, who will be truly immortal.

In mid-year this year Y. sent me a pan review of his new play and electronically cried on my shoulder. I replied, "My dear Y., when someone criticizes your play, the sweetest form of revenge is to write three more."

That is what I do with every novel, play, essay, poem, or Google+ and facebook posting that I write. When people say that they don't like it, I deliberately write three more.

It is the prolific writer who is always the victor. A hundred years from now, everyone will remember you, not your critics.

If you are a writer, write three more. And more. And more. If you are selling a product, sell three thousand more. And more. And more.

Drama is not about ideologies, political issues, and grandiose, spectacular affairs. It is about the simplest relationships between human beings.

A true, creative writer never runs out of ideas because knows how to attune his personal mind to the cosmic mind.

When a reader comes upon a piece of writing he is enamored with, he wishes to see the author's photo.

Yet, when you see a photo of a person you are enamored with, you do not wish to see his writing.

We fall in love with faces and with bodies more than we fall in love with minds.

Always have a second penmanship--one that only you can easily decipher and that cannot be comprehended by "sightdroppers"--people looking over your shoulder.