With a little persuasion, any familiar thing can turn abnormal in the mind. Here's a thought experiment. Consider this brutal bit of magic. A human grows a second human in a space inside her belly; she grows a second heart and a second brain, second eyes and second limbs, a complete set of second body parts as if for use as spares, and then, after almost a year, she expels that second screaming being out of her belly and into the world, alive. Bizarre, isn't it?

I just hope that readers and publishers continue to appreciate good writing and good storytelling in all their various forms. And I hope that people continue to read books, even though we have so many other options for entertainment.

It's really hard to get a book published, even a good book, but the better the book is the better chance it has of eventually catching someone's attention.

Nothing has happened to me out of the closet that was anywhere near as dangerous as being closeted.

It requires a certain kind of bravery, I suppose, to choose the status quo. There's a certain boldness to inaction.

My sentences got sharper and my stories more efficient, and I gradually learned to imagine the reader more clearly and to empathize with that imagined reader, which is a crucial part of learning to tell stories.

An editor is like a professional reader, and as I became a better reader, I also became a better writer.