You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me.

Art was as much in the activity as in the results. Works of art were not just the finished product, but the thought, the action, the process that created them.

And that's how I start myself. I usually go back a couple of pages, maybe to the beginning of the chapter, and I start reading. And as I'm reading, I'm tweaking - putting in a different word, changing the syntax, putting that clause over there, you know that sort of thing.

Illness and accidents were mysterious manifestations of the war of the spirits, fought on the battleground of the body.

I think of my books as mainstream and that's were most people who read them look for them in book stores.

Again Creb grunted. It was the usual noncommittal comment used by men when responding to a woman. It carried only enough meaning to indicate the woman had been understood, without acknowledging too much significance in what she said.

Though my books are written from a historical perspective, I have goon so far back that I am in the realm of prehistorical speculation rather than simple historical fact to weave my stories around.