I Have No Place Left To Live

A Drinker Does Not Exist. Whatever They Say, It Is Just The Drink Talking.

I Became A Full-time Writer In 1993 And Have Been Very Happy, Insofar As Anybody Is, Since.

Cats, I Always Think, Only Jump Into Your Lap To Check If You Are Cold Enough, Yet, To Eat.

Imagine That You Are Dying. If You Had A Terminal Disease Would You ­finish This Book? Why Not? The Thing That Annoys This 10-weeks-to-live Self Is The Thing That Is Wrong With The Book. So Change It. Stop Arguing With Yourself. Change It. See? Easy. And No One Had To Die.

If You Can Just Actually Let The Character Be For A Bit, Then You Get The Right Sense.