The Bark On The Tree Was Just

What Amazes Me Is That Most Days Feel Useless. I Don't Seem To Accomplish Anything-just A Few Pages, Most Of Which Don't Seem Very Good. Yet, When I Put All Those Wasted Days Together, I Somehow End Up With A Book Of Which I'm Very Proud.

He Could Hardly Lift His Spoon During Breakfast, And Then He Was Out On The Lake, His Spoon Soon Replaced By A Shovel.

I Didn't Become A Good Writer Until I Learned How To Rewrite. And I Don't Just Mean Fixing Spelling And Adding A Comma. I Rewrite Each Of My Books Five Or Six Times, And Each Time I Change Huge Portions Of The Story.

I May Have Ruined My Life, But At Least I Got To Eat Some Really Good Chinese Food.

I Guess What Led To Me Writing 'holes' Was Having Moved To Texas In 1991, And It Was Sort Of My Reaction To Texas.