Zombies are the proletariat. Long live the workers!

A difference in self loathing? Please. The only difference between a gun and a rope is the time it takes to tie the knot.

My experience with My Sister Rosa showed me, once again, that I have a much easier time of it if I sell my novels after I finish them, not before. I'm lucky that I'm in a position where I'm able to do that.

I'm almost back to being able to write as much as six hours a day .

I give people If You Came Softly when they demand proof that novels for teens can be as good as the best novels for adults.

I spent the year behind on deadlines and everything else. It's only now in December that I feel even slightly caught up. 2016 has to be better.

I am not Nostradamus.Nor would I want to be. I'm convinced being able to tell the future is the worst superpower. I'd rather be invisible and being invisible never ends well. Just read H. G. Wells!