I Don't Think I Will

You Try To Learn Who You Are. You Work Hard. You've Either Got It Or You Don't When It Comes To Writing Books. And You Tend To Only Get These Things If You Want Them, And Want Them To The Exclusion Of Everything Else.

I Don't Think I Will Write Anything That Could Be Even Remotely Considered A Genre Novel From This Point On. I Think I've Graduated.

Other People, Some Other Writers, Will Win Certain Accolades Or Sell In Far Greater Numbers Than Me - And I'm A Legitimate Best-selling Author - But I Live And Die For The Work. That's Thrilling To Me. It's Thrilling That I Do For Others What Certain Writers Did For Me When I Was A Kid.

I Have Insane Curiosity As To What Happened In All These Events. I Will Never Know. I'm Not A Researcher. I Don't Possess That Kind Of Mind. I Have A Researcher Who Compiles The Fact Sheets And Chronologies That Allow Me To Write These Big Books Of Mine.

In The Time Just Before The Bombing Of Pearl Harbor, When Perfidia Opens, We Were Pre-psychologized. There Were No Concepts Of Identity, No Politics Of Victimization. Reparation Wasn't In The Language. Nobody Thought About Giving The Great Grandchildren Of Black Slaves So Much As $1.98. And All Of A Sudden The Bombs Hit, Interventionism Versus Isolationism Became A Dead Issue, And It Was Us-versus-them In A Heartbeat.