I think more people now have relationships with agents than with editors. And I don't have an agent.
I never thought that people my own age could die, let alone be murdered. Things like that didn't happen in 1955. The suburbs were a safe place, where nobody even locked their doors.
Editors always want to know what you're working on, what you're thinking about.
I don't feel like writing any more ghost stories.
I was a coward. I'm still such a coward.
I wished that the chains would break and the wind would sweep me up, up, up into the sky, beyond the clouds, beyond the sun and the moon, to some marvelous kingdom where no one ever changed and friends were friends for life.