After twenty years and uncounted thousands of dollars, it was finally finished.I had heard so much about it the past couple of weeks that it got my cu...iosity going so when I had any chance to come by and see it, I took it.I parked in the driveway directly in front of the two-car garage and got out of my car. When I got to the door, I rang the doorbell and almost instantly Jeremy opened the door to greet me."Wow; that was quick! Are you psychic or what?" I said surprised.He laughed, "No; not. " But you don't seem too concerned about him being your brother." That's not true. I didn't say that." You didn't have to. The pictures make it pretty obvious that if you were thinking about it at all, it was because you were trying to change his mind." But mother..." Jennifer ... look at me ... can't you tell I'm not mad ... I just want what's best for you." But..." No ... don't say anything ... listen to me ... What if he wasn't your brother ... what then?" Uh ... I know one thing for sure.". ) What would you say is your greatest strength as a writer? Your greatest weakness?(RLoner) My greatest strength? It's hard to answer that without sounding vain, but I'd like to think I have some small measure of talent and imagination, and I like that.My weakness is my reliance upon inspiration. I'd love to be able to *force* an idea to come to me, to *force* some of these half-finished stories on my hard drive out.I have the Tara sequel half-finished since March, and I love what I wrote so. He did everything methodically. Then he looked at her.Georg: “While I should not be upset myself, I can understand that upset you can be. Yet, he is only gone for a few days. We must remain calm.”Clara: “No! I can NOT be calm. I can feel it. Something has happened.”G: “Yet, there is little we can do. Come. Back to the hotel we should go.”Clara was throwing her gowns into a suitcase, not being careful at all. Georg took it in with an unhappy grimace. There was several thousand dollars of dresses.