If I Was Made Of Cake I'd

...real Loneliness Is Having No One To Miss. Think Yourself Lucky You've Known Something Worth Missing.

Writing Is Nearly Always A Matter Of Finding Whatever Your Brain Needs To Trick It Into Being Creative, And In My Case, A Tiny Little Bit Of Fact Just Seems To Work.

The Paradox Of Publicity Is That Even As We Do It, We Know It's Killing Off The Chance Of Another Reader Happening Across Our Book In The Ideal State Of Innocence.

It Turns Up The Heat Under A Narrative When You Limit The Characters In Their Movements Or Their Freedoms.

Ma's Still Nodding. "you're The One Who Matters, Though. Just You." I Shake My Head Till It's Wobbling Because There's No Just Me.