Momentum Was Momentum, Whether You Found It

I Would Change Very Little Because I Have Been Very, Very Fortunate. A Lot Of Things Fell Into Place For Me Simply By Happenstance. When That Happens You Don't Really Want To Change Anything, Even If You Could. Editorially My Regrets Are Few And For The Most Part Minor. I Look Back On My First Published Book And Think I Held On To It Too Long, Babied It Too Long.

I Think I Would Spend The First 30 Weeks Not Writing, Just Clearing My Head And Seeing Parts Of The World I Haven't Seen And Going Back To Places I Have Seen And Love.

I Think There's A General Misconception That Anything Written Quickly Lacks Quality, And I Don't Believe That.

The Setting Sun Burned The Sky Pink And Orange In The Same Bright Hues As Surfers' Bathing Suits. It Was Beautiful Deception, Bosch Thought, As He Drove North On The Hollywood Freeway To Home. Sunsets Did That Here. Made You Forget It Was The Smog That Made Their Colors So Brilliant, That Behind Every Pretty Picture There Could Be An Ugly Story.

I'm Not 'mr. No-by-the-book.' I Just Want To Make Sure The Character Is By The Book.