Once I tried to hold back the sensual details, for fear of prudish opinions and genre restrictions. Then I found my style suffering because of those restraining concerns. No longer will I close the door; no longer will I keep vivid truth hidden. For the very essence of my style lives in condensed, lean, realistic detail. The reader deserves to feel the heartbeat, the lushness of story as though they are living it; to taste the life on their tongue; to see through the eyes of characters. What will the book reviews turn out to be? That doesn’t matter, you see. For in my mind, one story speaks to me. I do not need to sell my heart to satisfy the ego. Details live. I am not afraid. Are you?