The expected is what keeps us steady. It's the unexpected that changes our lives forever.
It took me about 12 years to reach my million-word mark. The challenge now is to continue to challenge myself.
Ideas aren't magical; the only tricky part is holding on to one long enough to get it written down.
I'm a writer first and an editor second. . . or maybe third or even fourth. Successful editing requires a very specific set of skills, and I don't claim to have all of them at my command.
A good short-story writer has an instinct for sketching in just enough background to ground the specific story.
During the many centuries that magic, here on this planet, was presumed to have worked, there were at least as many theories as to how magic worked as there were cultures and religions.
I'm not constrained by being a genre writer. Any story I can imagine, I can cast as a fantasy novel and probably get it published.
I shall always think of myself first and foremost. . . as a hunter.
I have a car that I call Flattery because it gets me nowhere.
Let nothing offensive to the ear or the eye enter these thresholds, within which youth dwells.
I guess I fell into cooking.