My knack isn't enabling editors; as a shrink, one late night someone banged my office door. "If you don't open, I kill her." He divorced his wife beacuse she did not climax, married her secretary because she said ahe did. It turned out that she did not. I asked me:"Did it cross your mind that the problem might be with you?" It was. If an editor needs to be enabled, the problem might be with him.

I wrote a self-published novel:"Let me take you to the center of my brain." It is a laughter. I submitted a non-fiction to Airleaf Book Publishing and Marketing. It went broke. Anything I touch crumbles. I was awarded for with a passport to leave Romania because a communist agent fell in love with my house.