I Always Think It's Useful

I Wont Deny That I Have A Far More Productive Writing Life Without The Internet, Mostly Because I Rekindle My Ability To Concentrate On One Thing For A Period Of Longer Than Three Minutes. My Curiosity Is Channeled Inward Rather Than Internet-ward.

Structure Is, For Me, The Most Fun Challenge About Writing Novels.

I Can't Even Tell You What Else I Imagined. I Can Only Humiliate Myself To Such A Degree; At A Certain Point It Becomes Humorous, And This Story Is Not Meant To Be Humorous. This Story Is Meant To Winch Your Ribs Open And Tamper With Your Heart. This Story Is Meant To Make You Realize That Your Chances Of Happiness In This World Are Terribly Slim If You Lack A Fine Imagination.

When You Are Expending Much Energy On Someone Else's Demise, It's Like You Weaken Your Psychic Immune System.

People Don't Hijack Planes Anymore Because That Old System Of Hijacking In Order To Barter For A Prison Release Or Get To A Different Country No Longer Works, Exactly, Because 9/11 Recoded The Hostage's Interpretation Of A Hijack. If A Hijacker Isn't Trying To Use The Plane As A Missile, Then He Is In Danger Of Being Killed By The Hostages. There Is No Minor Terror Threat Anymore. No Mid-level Terrorism.