One thing I've come to learn about myself is that I have to keep going.
I have to get three pages done every day, and there's usually a point about 150 pages in where everything falls apart, where all the plans are for naught. The book has become something else, and I have a nervous breakdown, and then I submit to what the book has become, and I keep going, and that's a terrible and then a great time.
Really, what you should tell a novelist is, 'Keep going until you finish the draft. Don't show it to anyone.'
The only way I seem to be able to keep going while I'm writing is to munch my way through boxes of chocolates.
The illusion when things are going your way is that it's gonna just keep going. But it never does.
I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything could just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment.'
Most people who are really, enduringly interested in something eventually find that it's important, too - and important to other people. Very few people can keep going their whole life doing something and feel like it's merely personally fascinating.
I've never been particularly aware of my age. It's like being on a bicycle - I just put my foot down and keep going.
You can't stop getting older; you just have to keep going and laugh a lot.
I've always been interested in singing. My sister's a fantastic singer, and it's just something that's always been around. I play saxophone and guitar. I'd definitely like to pursue it, and it's something I'd like to keep going, if not as a career, then as a hobby.
