I'm A Fantasy Writer. I Don't Do

It Was Strange To Be Naked In Front Of Anybody. It Was Like That Cold Water Out There In The Bay: Scary, You Didn’t Think You Could Stand It, But Then You Plunged In And Pretty Soon You Got Used To It. There Was Enough Hiding In Life. Sometimes You Just Wanted To Show Somebody Your Tits.

That’s What Death Did, It Treated You Like A Child, Like Everything You Had Ever Thought And Done And Cared About Was Just A Child’s Game, To Be Crumpled Up And Thrown Away When It Was Over. It Didn’t Matter. Death Didn’t Respect You. Death Thought You Were Bullshit, And It Wanted To Make Sure You Knew It.

It's A Great Thing When You Feel That You Recognize Yourself, Deeply And Movingly, In A Work Of Literature.

It's Time To Live With What We Have And Mourn What We Lost.

Maybe There's A Sense That Technology Isn't Necessarily The Answer To A Lot Of Our Problems. Fantasy Offers Readers A Less Radically Alienated World - A World Where Desires And Feelings That Normally Are Trapped Inside Your Mind Are Made Real In The Form Of Magic.