What I like least is dealing with publishers who simply don't want collaborations regardless of their merit.

Is it foolish to care for non-existent folk?Then, leave me to my foolishness.

When I started writing this, I found that I simply couldn't take fantasy seriously, so it became humorous, and continued from there.

Princess Rose should indeed be a TV movie, assuming something doesn't go wrong. I don't know how good a movie it will be, because the way movie folk think is different from the way writers think, and I distrust what isn't done my way. This is what I call a healthy paranoia.

But I don't read or listen for pleasure. I have too much else to do.

At this slower pace the journey took a couple of days, and I fought off a few minor threats along the way --griffins, carnivorous plants, giant serpents, hostile centaurs, that sort of thing, purely routine --and I was beginning to get bored when at last the dusky towers of Castle Roogna hove into view.

I think it's a shame that something as creative and vital to the nature of the human species as story-telling is largely controlled by the soulless cretins known as publishers.