Oh, Monsters Are Scared. That's Why They're

Genre Fiction, As Terry Pratchett Has Pointed Out, Is A Stew. You Take Stuff Out Of The Pot, You Put Stuff Back. The Stew Bubbles On.

What Need, Dunstan Wondered, Could Someone Have Of The Storm-filled Eggshells?

The Trouble With Everything, These Days, For Me, Is Time. There Is Only One Me. There Are A Ridiculous Number Of Demands On My Time. There Are So Many Things I'm Trying To Do. It's So Much More About When I'm Going To Get Time To Do It, If I Get Time.

She Was Beautiful, But She Was Beautiful In The Way A Forest Fire Was Beautiful.

To Be A Good Writer... Read A Lot And Write Every Day.