Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.

The destiny of Earthseed is to take root among the stars.

There is no end To what a living world Will demand of you.

That which could hunger, could starve.

I have this theory that anything that happens to you that leaves you alive and intact can be used somewhere in your writing.

What I'm working on now - I'm back to fantasy, although considering that it's me, I'm turning it into a kind of science fantasy. It's a vampire story - but my vampires are biological vampires. They didn't become vampires because someone bit them; they were born that way.

Forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable.