Yes. I am writing full-time. Which is strange. It feels like not having a job.

When I was nine years old, I wrote a short story called 'How to Build a Snowman,' from which no practical snowperson-crafting techniques could be gleaned. The story was an assignment for class and it featured a series of careful but meaningless instructions. Of course, the building of the snowman was a red herring.

Personal technology has given us the freedom of being able to do whatever we want - and in the case of celebrities and athletes, whomever they want. But it can also serve as a humiliation jetpack.

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who know where their high school yearbook is and those who do not.

It takes a level of creative depression to hear 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' and weep.

Our brains are like bonsai trees, growing around our private versions of reality.

Out of all artists, authors are the least trained for the spotlight. Wanting attention isn't a requisite part of the package.