Writing novels takes up about 100% of my available working time.

Humans: such a brilliant model of emotional self-awareness.

What I've learned during my life is that the near future is 90% identical to the present - if you buy a new car today, it'll probably still be on the road in 2022.

Contract law is essentially a defensive scorched-earth battleground where the constant question is, "if my business partner was possessed by a brain-eating monster from beyond spacetime tomorrow, what is the worst thing they could do to me?"

Personal pride is probably a bad guide to merit.

If an idea is compelling enough it'll stick in my head until I am forced to write it. If it's forgettable, who cares?

I'm told that a couple of my Russian translations are just plain terrible, though, and there may be others.