I Think People Hate Me Pretty Much

My Process Is Surprisingly Straightforward. I Find Myself With Little To Do Over A Stretch Of Time And I Say, "i Should Write Children's Books Today." Then I Sit Down And Write A Children's Book, And If It Takes More Than, Realistically, Three Hours, I Feel Like I've Done Something Wrong.

My Fear Is If I Expose Myself, Not So Much That I'll Be Hurt, But That The Reaction Will Be "is That All There Is? Is That The Entirety Of You? Because It's Boring."

Whatever I Write I Publish. Because That's Where The Money Is.

When You're Writing Something, And You're Putting Yourself Out There, Or You're Performing And Someone Comes In And Savages That, Then Of Course It Feels Personal. It Doesn't Feel Like It's Just Business, Because There's No Business - It's Not Like We're Conducting Business, This Anonymous Critic And I. It's Just That This Person Is Tearing Me A New Asshole.

I Don't Think I Was Awake For Much Of My Childhood. I Did A Lot Of Napping. This Might Have Been A Defensive Measure Against Encroaching Depression. Until About The Age Of Eleven Or Twelve, I Had Zero Interests Other Than Trying To Steal Gumballs From Supermarket Gumball Machines.