The zombies were like Canadians, in that they looked enough like real people at first, to fool you.

The Customer isn't always right. Sometimes the customer is an a**hole. That's the first rule of retail.

You may very well ask what the goddess of love is doing in St. Andrews, writing trashy romances. Adapting.

I spend a lot of time loathing the sentences that I put down on the page. Once I'm past that phase, it doesn't really matter what the routine is (coffee shop, someone else's house, my dining room table), I'm pretty fast. I go back to the start of whatever I'm working on, every half hour or so, and revise my way back to where I left off. I have my headphones on, I'm checking email, I look at Twitter and Tumblr, and drink a lot of coffee. I need a lot of distraction to work.

In terms of style, too, I think I've been working with a somewhat limited -- although intentionally limited -- set of tools. So I'm attempting to be a bit looser as I start stories off. To digress. To make interesting mistakes.

Everyone knows that wizards are pigheaded and come to bad ends.

I don't think I'm cut out for a job where you have to look professionally tidy. I prefer working in my pajamas and taking showers after lunch.