They always talk about teenagers thinking their lives will never end. I expected my life to end at any minute, every day.

I was terrified of funerals.

Editors always want to know what you're working on, what you're thinking about.

There are a lot of reasons to doubt things.

Odd, isn't it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day.

I think more people now have relationships with agents than with editors. And I don't have an agent.

I still have this deep-down fear that if I go poking into the bushes I might find a dead body.