I gather inspiration from all aspects of my life and things I see: love, heartache, mistakes, hopes, regrets, successes and faith. And it helps to have a wild imagination.

I see what happens when one gets very attached to material things. That's just not what my life is.

Heartbeat is the foundation.

My life is just a series of mistakes and regrets of varying degrees.

He told himself that he was a clown clean through. Every time a fly ball had been hit to him with men on the bases, he'd muffed it. Hoping for one thing, then another, and when he did get his chances -- foul ball.

Girls, too. He'd never held one. Twice Lucy had given him the cold shoulder. That girl he'd knelt next to at Christmas Mass in Saint Patrick's once -- cold shoulder. Never got beyond wishing with her. Now Catherine.

Football. He'd wanted to be a star high-school quarterback and he'd not had the guts to stay in school. Fighting. His kid brother had even cleaned him up. In the war when he'd tried to enlist, a leather-necked sergeant had laughed at him.

He was just an all-around no soap guy.

I love my life and my mistakes and my triumphs - all of it.