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

Here's a secret: fictive text doesn't necessarily flow easily. Most of the time it's more like cutting a highway through a mountain. You just have to keep working with your pick, chipping away at the rock, making slow progress.

One day you'll discover that the opinions of worthless people are worthless.

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.

Bink knew the dolphin only from old pictures; it was a kind of magic fish that breathed air instead of water.

A horse is wonderful by definition.

Normally I work out a general summary of what I mean to do, then start writing, and the details can be different from my anticipation. So there is considerable flow, but always within channels.