The Declared Meaning Of A Spoken Sentence

I Thought I Would Be An Organic Chemist. I Went Off To University, And When I Couldn't Understand The Chemistry Lectures I Decided That I Would Be A Zoologist, Because Zoologists Seemed Like Life-loving People.

At The Very End Of A Book I Can Manage To Work For Longer Stretches, But Mostly, Making Stuff Up For Three Hours, That's Enough. I Can't Do Any More. At The End Of The Day I Might Tinker With My Morning's Work And Maybe Write Some Again. But I Think Three Hours Is Fine.

It's Like Standing On The Edge Of A Cliff. This Is Especially True Of The First Draft. Every Day You're Making Up The Earth You're Going To Stand On.

I Have Never Begun A Novel Which Wasn't Going To Stretch Me Further Than I Had Ever Stretched Before.

And It's Always Possible That You Will Not Get A Nice Review. So - And That's Enraging Of Course, To Get A Bad Review, You Can't Talk Back, And It's Sort Of Shaming In A Way.