Terry Pratchett's Right Up My Alley ...

Here's A Secret: Fictive Text Doesn't Necessarily Flow Easily. Most Of The Time It's More Like Cutting A Highway Through A Mountain. You Just Have To Keep Working With Your Pick, Chipping Away At The Rock, Making Slow Progress.

Adults Had The Notion That Juveniles Needed To Suffer. Only When They Had Suffered Enough To Wipe Out Most Of Their Naturally Joyous Spirits And Innocence Were They Staid Enough To Be Considered Mature. An Adult Was Essentially A Broken-down Child.

I Don't Want Ever To Be Guilty Of What My Critics Claim: Doing Formula Without Original Elements.

I Hope To Read A Harry Potter Novel Soon, To See What It's All About. I Admit To Being Annoyed That Many Good Light Fantasy Writers Have Had Trouble Getting Published, In England And Elsewhere, When It Is Obvious The Readers Were Waiting For Us All Along.

I Never Do A Full Outline, And If I Did, I Would Not Feel Bound To It, Because The View From Inside A Scene Can Be Different From The View Outside It. But Neither Do I Just Start Writing And See What Happens; I Am Far More Disciplined Than That.