The Monster Nevers Dies.

Once I Start Work On A Project, I Don’t Stop And I Don’t Slow Down Unless I Absolutely Have To. If I Don’t Write Every Day, The Characters Begin To Stale Off In My Mind – They Begin To Seem Like Characters Instead Of Real People. The Tale’s Narrative Cutting Edge Starts To Rust And I Begin To Lose My Hold On The Story’s Plot And Pace. Worst Of All, The Excitement Of Spinning Something New Begins To Fade. The Work Starts To Feel Like Work, And For Most Writers That Is The Smooch Of Death.

The Scholar's Greatest Weakness: Calling Procrastination Research.

I'm Not Making An Enemy; I'm Keepin' One.

You Can't Polish A Turd.

There's Nothing Like Stories On A Windy Night When Folks Have Found A Warm Place In A Cold World.