There's An Outline For Each Of The

The World Was A World Of Dreaming Souls Who Could Not Die.

There Was Something In The Pages Of These Books That Had The Power To Make Him Feel Better About Things, A Life Raft To Cling To Before The Dark Currents Of Memory Washed Him Downstream Again, And On Brighter Days, He Could Even See Himself Going On This Way For Some Time. A Small But Passable Life. And Then, Of Course, The End Of The World Happened.

You Learn To Write By Reading, And My Experiences And Tastes As A Reader Are Pretty Wide.

There's An Outline For Each Of The Books That I Adhere To Pretty Closely, But I'm Not Averse To Taking It In A New Direction, As Long As I Can Get It Back To Where I Need It To Go.

Writers Who Pretend That Everything They're Doing Is Completely New Are Full Of It.