What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.

Unless the perfidious wolves have the temerity to disobey the High King's plans, we should meet Shalhassan's forces by the Latham in mid-wood with the wolves between us. If they aren't,' Diarmuid concluded, 'we blame anyone and everything except the plan.

Writing is never, ever easy but I wake up every morning grateful for the gift of being able to do this.

Irritation for some men was their response to strain.

We are all shaped by where we grow up, though that shaping takes different forms. I dont think theres any doubt that coming of age in Winnipeg both opened my eyes and made me hungry - if I can subvert all claims to be a real writer by mixing metaphors like that.

But if you couldn't do everything, did that mean you did nothing?