I Always Worry That Knowing Too Much

I Think At A Certain Point The Book Develops A Certain Weight, Or Pressure. You've Been Pushing The Rock Up The Hill For A Long Time And Then It Starts To Roll And Things Do Start To Come Together In The Last Two Thirds.

It Had Occurred To Him That If The Undead Don't Realize That They Are Dead, He Might Easily Be One Of Them Himself.

How Can You Come To Understand Your Life When Even The Beginning Is So Complicated: A Single Cell Imprinted With The Color Of Your Eyes And The Shape Of Your Face The Pattern On Your Palm And The Moods That Will Shadow You Through Your Life. How Can You Be Alive When Every Choice You Make Breaks The World Into A Thousand Filaments Each Careless Step Branching Into Long Tributaries Of Alternate Lives Shuddering Outward And Outward Like Sheet Lightning.

For Me, The Process Of Writing A Novel Happens Mostly In Your Head Before You Actually Start Writing.

I Would Say That All Short Stories Have Mystery Naturally Built Into Them.