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Comic Books Were Telling Me What Life Was About. This Was How I Kind Of Entered Life, Through Fiction.

I Laugh, That There's A Certain Kind Of Cyclical Nature To Life And That I Don't Have To Worry Because Whatever Isn't There Right Now, It's Coming Back Again.

People Don't Understand How Hard It Is To Get Recognized, How Hard It Is To Get People To Read Your Books. How Hard It Is To Get People To Even To Understand What They're Reading When They're Talking To You About Their Books.

Love, As The Poet Says, Is Like The Spring. It Grows On You And Seduces You Slowly And Gently, But It Holds Tight Like The Roots Of A Tree. You Don't Know Until You're Ready To Go That You Can't Move, That You Would Have To Mutilate Yourself In Order To Be Free. That's The Feeling. It Doesn't Last, At Least It Doesn't Have To. But It Holds On Like A Steel Claw In Your Chest. Even If The Tree Dies, The Roots Cling To You. I've Seen Men And Women Give Up Everything For Love That Once Was.

Many Writers-in-waiting Spend A Lot Of Time Avoiding The Work At Hand. The Most Common Way To Avoid Writing Is By Procrastination. This Is The Writer's Greatest Enemy. There Is Little To Say About It Except That Once You Decide To Write Every Day, You Must Make Yourself Sit At The Desk Or Table For The Required Period Whether Or Not You Are Putting Down Words. Make Yourself Take The Time Even If The Hours Seem Fruitless. Ideally, After A Few Days Or Weeks Of Being Chained To The Desk, You Will Submit To The Story That Must Be Told.