I started writing seriously about 1960, at the fairly advanced age of 30.

I had immediate success in the sense that I sold something right off the bat. I thought it was going to be a piece of cake and it really wasn't. I have drawers full of - or I did have - drawers full of rejection slips.

I wrote speculative fiction because I loved to read it, and thought I could do better than some of the people who were getting published.

The comments I most appreciate come from ordinary readers who've happened on one of my books at some time of stress in their lives, and who actually credit the book with helping them through a bad time. It's happened a few times in forty years.

I guess if one set of my books was selling like Stephen King's, and the other wasn't selling at all, editors would want me to do the ones that sold like Stephen King's. But they seem to be willing to let me pick what I want to do next.

I have some good stories yet to tell.

There's a big overlap with the people you meet at the fantasy and science fiction cons.