I'm writing books. They're still a mix of fact and fiction and will continue to be. I think it's an interesting place to work.

I turn and I slowly walk away and I don't look back. It has always been a fault of mine, but it is the way I am. I never look back. Never.

Every year, at 8:00 PM on the second Saturday of July, hundreds of people gather along a section of Los Angeles rail track to drop their pants and moon passing passenger trains.

I have a great amount of confidence and faith in my abilities to write. There are other areas of my life where I'm not as confident, and have not as much faith, but when it comes down to writing and working, I don't worry about it. I trust myself to get it right.

I'm just going to write my books and do my work and release it. Let the world decide what it is, and if it's any good or not.

But all good things come to an end, often a sad angry miserable end. The cause for such an end can usually be whittled down to one of three things: money, sickness, love lost.

Being a writer now is about so much more than writing. There's publishing, touring, marketing, web presence.