Death has an energy. It is thick as sludge, heavy as iron, and pulls you down into yourself like an imploding building.

My motto is: When in doubt, just keep lying. Even if you're terrible at it.

That's also part of having great editors -- they can sort of be honest with you and say, "I see where you're headed with this, but I don't think it's there yet. Dig deeper, babe, and come back with something more." And that's what you do, you dig waaaaaaaay down and you walk around the block eight million times and then you have it -- shazam! And it all comes together in something soooo much better than you thought you were capable of.

Sometimes I think that my best writing comes from exposing my fears and vulnerabilities and hoping that nobody notices it's about me.

Am I the only one who secretly hopes that the Curiosity rover will be swallowed up by a giant alien worm living just below Mars's surface?

Dear Aspiring Author; Write with heart. Put that open, honest, bare soul on paper.

Death has an energy. It is thick as sludge, heavy as iron, and pulls you down into yourself like an imploding building.