I'll Happily Mentor Anyone Who Wants Mentoring,

You Know What Circumcision Is, Private?

I Sometimes Wonder What Would Have Happened If The First Book Had Not Sold... Doesn't Bear Thinking About, But I Suppose We'd Have Made It Work Somehow.

The Bards Sing Of Love, They Celebrate Slaughter, They Extol Kings And Flatter Queens, But Were I A Poet I Would Write In Praise Of Friendship.

Looking Back, Of Course, It Was Irresponsible, Mad, Forlorn, Idiotic, But If You Don't Take Chances Then You'll Never Have A Winning Hand, And I've No Regrets.

Then You Start Another Book And Suddenly The Galley Proofs Of The Last One Come In And You Have To Wrench Your Attention Away From What You're Writing And Try To Remember What You Were Thinking When You Wrote The Previous One.