Life Doesn't Have Plots And

Before It Was A Bomb, The Bomb Was An Idea. Superman, However, Was A Faster, Stronger, Better Idea.

The Big Problem Is Time. I Don't Have Enough Of It To Do All The Things I Think About Doing.

I'm Lucky To Have A Job Doing Something I Really Love To Do, And I'm Happy To Accept The Pressures Of Relentless Deadlines Or Reader Expectations As Necessary Evils. It's Probably Not As Stressful As Mining Coal Or Leading Men Into Battle.

I Plan Years In Advance, But I Like To Leave Enough Space In The Narrative Scheme To Change Things, Because I Always Get My Best Ideas The Closer I Come To The End Of A Project, After I've Lived With It For A While.

Adults...struggle Desperately With Fiction, Demanding Constantly That It Conform To The Rules Of Everyday Life. Adults Foolishly Demand To Know How Superman Can Possibly Fly, Or How Batman Can Possibly Run A Multibillion-dollar Business Empire During The Day And Fight Crime At Night, When The Answer Is Obvious Even To The Smallest Child: Because It's Not Real.