Souls are more important than stories, yes. But stories are a window to the soul. Without stories, the soul suffocates.

What you really want is all too often hidden just behind what you think you want.

Nothing makes you feel smaller than New York City…

The night before a deadline, I usually am in desperate need of a back rub. And new wrists. And candy. And little mice to secretly finish the job while I am sleeping.

Lost in New York City. Not that I don’t know where I am, but rather perplexed as to where I am going.

Most days, writing simply requires work-ethic, discipline, clarity, focus, time. Other days…it will demand absolutely everything of you.

A watched pot never boils.” It’s the same with success. So? Throw that burner on HIGH and just keep on cooking. Dinner will be ready soon.

Wear yourself proudly.

My stories are my children. Some are sweet infants that I coddle and care for. Others are old enough now, they need to damn well get a job!