Writing is hard work; its also the best job Ive ever had.

The past can be a terrible weight bound to you by an unbreakable chain. You can drag it with you, forever looking over your shoulder at what holds you back. Or you can let it go and move forward. It’s your choice.

One likes to think one grows as a writer as one ages, else all you get is an old young writer. Beyond that is the changing landscape of the universe and the stories I choose to tell.

But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, 'There is something about you I cherish.

Some loves come unbidden like winds from the sea, and others grow from the seeds of friendship.

I know you'll think this odd, but I find it strangely exhilarating not knowing what's coming next.

There were two things going on: 1) I had already established in my own mind where I wanted to go with the next series, and having James around as a Grey Eminence would have complicated matters. He had had an amazing life and it was time to bid him good-bye.