She taught me I should never do anything in private I did not want talked about in public, and cautioned me not to talk in my sleep.

I've got an idea for a modern day faerie tale that I think would made a great short novel. But I just don't have the time to work on it right now. I'm way too busy with the 'Kingkiller Chronicles' and being a new dad.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

The myth stems from the belief that writing is some mystical process. That it's magical. That it abides by its own set of rules different from all other forms of work, art, or play.But that's bullshit. Plumbers don't get plumber's block. Teachers don't get teacher's block. Soccer players don't get soccer block. What makes writing different? Nothing. The only difference is that writers feel they have a free pass to give up when writing is hard.

It’s not over if you’re still here,” Chronicler said. “It’s not a tragedy if you’re still alive.

I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.

Each book needs a good beginning and a good ending. People get pissed off when you don't close things off properly at the end.