For Me, The Past Is Dead. Can't

I Always Liked Those Characters In 'true Blood' Who Could Turn Into Animals. I'd Love To Be An Animal Of Some Kind And Run Quickly Through A Forest.

How Terrible To Be Alcoholic. You Just Want To Quietly Soothe And Maybe Poison Yourself, But You End Up Poisoning Those Around You As Well, Like Trying To Commit Suicide With A Gas Oven And Unwittingly Murdering Your Neighbors.

The Work Changes The Way Your Face Changes And Ages - It Just Does. Also, I Have Very Little Connection To Anything I've Written. I Move On. We All Move On

Even When I Was Living Below The Poverty Line As A Novelist, I Was Still Living Better Than 99.5% Of The Human Population Of The World. But In My Little, Soft Realm Of Trying To Amuse A Few Dozen Middle-class People With My Books And Articles, I Did Struggle To Survive In My Own Way.

Then Again, The Name, The Associations With A Writer's Name, Can Add To The Reader's Entertainment And Pleasure.