Writing Is Not A Profession

I Would Like To Carve My Novel In A Piece Of Wood.

I Adore Life But I Dont Fear Death. I Just Prefer To Die As Late As Possible.

It Was Night And I Could See A Large And Calm Lake, Reflecting The Moon. Black Mountains Rose Around It. I Arrived From Between Two Of These Mountains, I Looked At The Lake And The Moon, And That Was It, Nothing Else Happened.

The Lake And The Mountains Have Become My Landscape, My Real World.

I'm A Bit Like A Sponge. When I'm Not Writing I Absorb Life Like Water. When I Write I Squeeze The Sponge A Little - And Out Comes, Not Water But Ink.