While People Brood, Time Skips Ahead Without

That's The Fine Balance Of A Fiction Writer...to Be Able To Give Your Characters Enough Freedom To Surprise You And Yet Still Maintain Some Kind Of Artistic Control.

There Is A Place Where Time Stands Still ...illuminated By Only The Most Feeble Red Light, For Light Is Diminished To Almost Nothing At The Center Of Time, Its Vibrations Slowed To Echoes In Vast Canyons, Its Intensity Reduced To The Faint Glow Of Fireflies.

In Fiction Writing Ideas Have To Be Handled Extremely Carefully. You Can't Let Your Characters Just Be Mouthpieces For Your Ideas. They Have To Live And Breathe On Their Own.

All Writers Have Roots They Draw From - Travel, Work, Family. My Roots Are In Science And It Is Fertile Ground For Fiction.

Events, Once Happened, Lose Reality, Alter With A Glance, A Storm, A Night. In Time, The Past Never Happened. But Who Could Know? Who Could Know That The Past Is Not As Solid As This Instant.