My house has too many distractions. There's the email. There's checking my Amazon ranking. I know I'm the only author who's ever done that, ever. There's the fax. Too many distractions. I like to go out and write.

The muse is not an angelic voice that sits on your shoulder and sings sweetly. The muse is the most annoying whine. The muse isn't hard to find, just hard to like - she follows you everywhere, tapping you on the shoulder, demanding that you stop doing whatever else you might be doing and pay attention to her.

You can't have an up without a down, a right without a left, a back without a front - or a happy without a sad.

So basically your plan is to flail about helplessly.

When you like something and you're pretty good at it and you can make a living doing it, you don't ask why. You just count your blessings and go with it.

I would rather raise certain topics and maybe let you ruminate on them. I'm not big on answering them.

There are three things that make a person a writer: inspiration, perspiration and desperation.