Life Doesn't Have Plots And Subplots And

Adults...struggle Desperately With Fiction, Demanding Constantly That It Conform To The Rules Of Everyday Life. Adults Foolishly Demand To Know How Superman Can Possibly Fly, Or How Batman Can Possibly Run A Multibillion-dollar Business Empire During The Day And Fight Crime At Night, When The Answer Is Obvious Even To The Smallest Child: Because It's Not Real.

I Couldn't Think Of One Clever Way To Stop This Guy, So I Just Trusted To Mindless Violence.

There Are Dozens Of Unfinished Or Aborted Projects In My Files, But I Can Only Assume They Don't Get Done Because They're Not Robust Enough To Struggle Through The Birth Process.

It Surprises Me Constantly That My Sometimes-unorthodox Approach Has Such A Large Following, But I'm Very Grateful To My Readers For Allowing Me To Continue Writing 10 Or 12 Hours A Day.

It's So Horrible To Realize You're Just The Same As Everyone Else, Isn't It?