One Must Commit Acts Of The Highest

I Write Dozens And Dozens Of Pages More Than I Need, And Then Edit Them Down To Size. It's More Like Sculpture Than Construction.

Burnout Is Grist To The Mill. I Write Every Day, For Most Of The Day, So It's Just About Turning Into Metaphor Whatever's Going On In My Life, In The World, And In My Head. Every Nightmare, Every Moment Of Grief Or Joy Or Failure, Is A Moment I Can Convert Into Cash Via Words.

Then I Reminded Myself That All Intelligent Children Suffer Bad Dreams.

I'm At A Stage In My Career Where I Don't Expect Or Get Too Much Editorial Input Into What I'm Doing. I Have A Proven Track Record Of Success, So My Editors Are Willing To Cut Me Some Slack Even When A Particular Approach Is Not To Their Personal Taste.

If This Book Has Made Any Point Clear, I Hope It's That Things Don't Have To Be Real To Be True. Or Vice Versa.