My Interests Are Different Now Than They

Fiction Writers Are Strange Beasts. They Are, Like All Writers, Observers First And Foremost. Everything That Happens To And Around Them Is Potential Material For A Story, And They Look At It That Way.

Why Pretend To Be Something You're Not? If You Have To Be Someone, Be Someone No One Else Is.

You Spend So Much Time Wondering Who You Are, Don't You Think? You Flounder About, Searching For Your Identity, When Most Of The Time It Is Plain As The Nose On Your Face. You Struggle With Questions Of Purpose And Need, And Forget That The Answers Are Found Mostly Inside Yourselves.

The Muse Whispers To You When She Chooses, And You Can't Tell Her To Come Back Later, Because You Quickly Learn In This Business That She Might Not Come Back At All.

Evil Contained Is Not Evil Destroyed.