I'm working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.
Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
Dying - you can't do that to a cat.
I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison.
Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?