Predisposition Is Not Predestination.

The Rest-the Vast Majority, Tens Of Thousands Of Days-are Unremarkable, Repetitive, Even Monotonous. We Glide Through Them Then Instantly Forget Them. We Tend Not To Think About This Arithmetic When We Look Back On Our Lives. We Remember The Handful Of Big Days And Throw Away The Rest. We Organize Our Long, Shapeless Lives Into Tidy Little Stories...but Our Lives Are Mostly Made Up Of Junk, Of Ordinary, Forgettable Days, And 'the End' Is Never The End.

I Can't Say That I Ever Actually Decided To Become A Writer. It Kind Of Snuck Up On Me.

You Know, Being Confident Isn't The Same As Being Right.

You Can Write A Great Book And Be Ignored. Literary History Is Full Of Classics That Were Under-appreciated In Their Own Time.

Well, I Outline Fanatically. I Am A Long Thinker And A Slow Writer, Though I Am Trying To Get Faster.