I Think Men Who Can Cry Are

To Write A Damn Good Thriller, You Need A Killer Attitude.

Writing's Not Precious To Me. It's Not A Thing That Requires Specific Environment. You Know, It's My Job. Just Like Anybody With A Job, You Have To Do Your Job When You Don't Feel Like It, Regardless Of How Good Or Bad The Conditions Are, Regardless Of How Good Or Bad You Might Feel On Any Particular Day.

She Is Sitting On Frozen Ground Wrapped In A Blanket, Her Pale Skin Shining. She Smiles And She Stands And Without Words, She Steps Forward, Opens The Blanket, Envelops Me Within It And Within Her And Within Myself. She Kisses My Cheek, The One Not Torn, She Wraps Me And She Holds Me. Her Arms Are Thin But Strong. She Whispers In My Ear, "i'm Glad You're Here.

Let Things Be, Let Yourself Be, Let Everything Be And Accept It As It Is. Nothing More. Nothing Less.

The Point Of What I Do Is That It Doesn't Really Matter What A Book Or A Story Is As Long It Moves You, Informs You, Challenges You, Entertains You, Or Changes You.