This was 1954, friends. The girls' dorm was off limits. Even to girls, I think.

Teaching is too strong a word for whatever it was I did at Northeastern University

I had achieved the most important things in my life when I married Joan and had the sons. Given the choice between Joan and the boys, and being a writer, I world give up being a writer without a blink.

College had little effect on me. I'd have been the same writer if I'd gone to MIT, except I'd have flunked out sooner.

If you want to write, write it. That's the first rule. And send it in, and send it in to someone who can publish it or get it published. Don't send it to me. Don't show it to your spouse, or your significant other, or your parents, or somebody. They're not going to publish it.

Sure, I have advice for people starting to write. Don't. I don't need the competition.

I needed to find my way to write. I need about six hours of uninterrupted time in order to produce about two hours of writing, and when I accepted that and found the way to do it, then I was able to write.