I enjoyed The Mirage by M. Ruff. I'm reading Edgar Rice Burrough's Princess Of Mars right and loving it.

I like to keep the world, to some degree, an implied setting.

I loved The Weird (one of the stories in it inspired Blackalley in Discourse).

Original work has no floor and no ceiling. You can reach essentially zero readers or millions.

I try to pester Christian Dunn from time to time. As soon as my schedule allows, I plan to make a real pest of myself and get some hot, slippery Chaos action.

The Disney deal created some wrinkles. I'm under contract. But I'm on standby.

I'm unstuck in time. Also, I juggle like mad and have made myself efficient.

Fantasy allows for less rigorous worldbuilding and more vigorous exploration of moral questions. Sci-fi is opp.

My goal is to write stories that are connected, but not sequels in any meaningful sense. Like Howard's Conan tales or Leiber's Fahrrd & the Great Mauser stories.

I always work from outline and almost always write out of sequence. It just works for me.

With young kids (I have four including the newborn) times passes weirdly for me.

Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life.

Life said to me, Be happy. Don't let me down.

All changes have their melancholy

Children in the abstract, had never appealed to me. They seemed to be loud creatures, often dripping some form of goo.

Force and not opinion is the queen of the world but it it opinion that uses the force.

I was so ready to become a mom. Actually, I was ready secondarily to become a mom. I was so ready to have the intimacy and commitment of marriage.

President Bush has proven he'll take a stand and fight for his programs and initiatives. It's the kind of leadership that makes things happen.

There is no question about the fact that we had very serious disagreements with my German, French, and Russian colleagues over the Iraq war. But I never stopped talking.

I'm not too proud to do any job to support my family.

You wake up one morning and there it is, sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, unpleasant and unshaved. You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.