The More Precious His Gift, The More

I Wouldn't Back Away From What's Right Just Because It's Hard.

He Begged To Know To Which Of His Fair Cousins The Excellency Of Its Cookery Was Owing. Briefly Forgetting Her Manners, Mary Grabbed Her Fork And Leapt From Her Chair Onto The Table. Lydia, Who Was Seated Nearest Her, Grabbed Her Ankle Before She Could Dive At Mr. Collins And, Presumably, Stab Him About The Head And Neck For Such An Insult.

If You're Stephen King And You Have A Massive Body Of Huge-selling Well-respected Work, You Can Pivot And Do Whatever You Want. I Don't Have That Body Of Work, I Don't Have That Audience That's Comfortable With Me Enough Yet To Follow My Bliss With Me.

I Feel Rather Like A Rabbit That Has Taken A Fox For Its Pupil.

There Are So Many Stories To Tell In The Worlds Of Science Fiction, The Worlds Of Fantasy And Horror That To Confine Yourself To Even Doing Historical Revisionist Fiction, Whatever You Want To Call It - Mash-ups, Gimmick Lit, Absurdist Fiction - I Don't Know If I Want To Do That Anymore.