The world seemed to shimmer a little at the edges.

Leave no path untaken.

Nearly' only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades.

The best thing about writing fiction is that moment where the story catches fire and comes to life on the page, and suddenly it all makes sense and you know what it's about and why you're doing it and what these people are saying and doing, and you get to feel like both the creator and the audience. Everything is suddenly both obvious and surprising ("but of course that's why he was doing that, and that means that...") and it's magic and wonderful and strange.

If you have something specific and visible to fear, rather than something that could be anything, it is easier.

There is a madness, yes, this is true. Few mortals possess it, the willingness to step away from the protection of sanity. To walk into the wild wood of madness...

Continuity isn't actually something that I ever worry about. You use it where you need to, and you don't use it where you don't need to.