Whatever Expectations I Had For Myself, None

I'm Very Introverted, So It Requires A Huge Effort For Me To Put On A Smile And Extend A Hand And Accept Compliments. I Would Much Rather Be Insulted Than Complimented Any Day.

My Process Is Surprisingly Straightforward. I Find Myself With Little To Do Over A Stretch Of Time And I Say, "i Should Write Children's Books Today." Then I Sit Down And Write A Children's Book, And If It Takes More Than, Realistically, Three Hours, I Feel Like I've Done Something Wrong.

So My Reaction To Hearing This Corny-ass, Horrible Song ["with Arms Wide Open" By Creed] Is Violent, Uncontrollable, Sustained Weeping.

Shuffling Really Isn't Something You Should Be Doing On Your Deathbed.

My Goal Is To Work. That's The Goal Of Most Actors Or Performers: To Work And Keep Working, And Do The Best You Can, And Keep Growing And Changing, Trying To Improve Your Craft.