An Urban Novelist Never Minds A Little

Twenty-five, He Was. Twenty-five Tomorrow. Some Years The Snow Had Melted For His Birthday, But Not This Year, And So It Had Been A Long Winter Full Of Cows.

Many People, Myself Among Them, Feel Better At The Mere Sight Of A Book.

Gossip. The More You Talk About Why People Do Things, The More Ideas You Have About How The World Works.

Write Every Day, Just To Keep In The Habit, And Remember That Whatever You Have Written Is Neither As Good Nor As Bad As You Think It Is. Just Keep Going, And Tell Yourself That You Will Fix It Later.

In My Experience, There Is Only One Motivation, And That Is Desire. No Reasons Or Principle Contain It Or Stand Against It.