Writers starve because they want to be 'great'
Nostalgia and bitterness
It’s sunny in Los Angeles, and I’m going surfing later today. I hope you guys have a nice day where you are, too.
Let’s talk about writing and money—OK?
I would describe my first book as “purple.” It was written in a way that screamed, “Look at me, I own a thesaurus!” Why would anyone want to read that? The subtext of the entire thing was, “I’m pretty sm…