My Writing Process
Someone asked me once where my stories come from. It’s quite simple, really. I sit in front of my computer with a cup of coffee on one side and a stack of classical music CDs on the other. I stretch a few times, take a deep breath and let it out. I light some candles. Then I fall to my knees uttering a prayer in Latin at which point the ceiling bursts open and I’m emblazoned by blinding lights and deafened by a choir of angels singing praises as a perfectly proof-read manuscript slowly lowers down and hovers at my lap. I type it into the computer and put my name on it.
See? Anybody can do it. The only problem is I don’t make a whole lot of money. Roof repairs, you know.
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