Red coals glow among gray ashes in the fireplace. A log tumbles and sparks flame into an orange blaze. Suddenly the room is filled with a warm, tranquil atmosphere. I don’t feel warm or calm, right now. But I realize why I came back to San Saba. I came to end something . . . so that I can begin my life anew. Without Whit.
From this day forward . . . without you, Whit Langley, I promise–I’ll get by.
“I am never indifferent and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.” Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Excerpt from my 1980 diary: ” I understand this quotation by Longfellow. My writing, too, is a part of me and I want people to like it. I must realize, of course, that not all people will like what I write, just as not all people like me. I must learn to be content with those who do like me.”