It Is One Thing To Be Clever

I Feel Satisfaction At The End Of The Day When I've Written A Scene That I Really Like Or When I Write A Good Line Of Dialogue That I Read Out To My Wife Or Something Like That. But There's Also Days Where It's Just Bloody Agony And I Go, 'ugh, This Is Such Crap! Why Did I Think I Had Any Talent?

A Man Could Not Always Be Where He Belonged, Though.

She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

I Had These Cheap Alien Toys And I Made Up Stories For Them. They Were Space Pirates. They Didn’t Have Names So I Made Up Names. These Were The First Stories I Wrote. Even As A Little Kid I Was Thinking About Torture.

Even In Dreams, You Could Not Fall Forever.