I Had Tears Coming Out

You Weren't Being Punished. You Were Waiting For Me.

And That's How I Start Myself. I Usually Go Back A Couple Of Pages, Maybe To The Beginning Of The Chapter, And I Start Reading. And As I'm Reading, I'm Tweaking - Putting In A Different Word, Changing The Syntax, Putting That Clause Over There, You Know That Sort Of Thing.

Though My Books Are Written From A Historical Perspective, I Have Goon So Far Back That I Am In The Realm Of Prehistorical Speculation Rather Than Simple Historical Fact To Weave My Stories Around.

Life Sometimes Gets In The Way Of Writing.

Art Was As Much In The Activity As In The Results. Works Of Art Were Not Just The Finished Product, But The Thought, The Action, The Process That Created Them.