Me: OH MY GOD my career is over isn’t it? It’s over. You can tell me. Just tell me straight. I’ll never get another idea. Never never never. Well it was good while it lasted. OH NO this means I’ll have to get a job. Who would be stupid enough to give me a job? My entire skill set revolves around making stuff up. What kind of job is that for a grown up? I’m unemployable. I have a mortgage. I need to eat. My life is over. Publisher: That’s what you said after your first book. My guess is, you’ll say this after every book. Me: No no no I’ve never said this before and even if I have this is different I am doomed doomed. Publisher: Can you speak up? I can hardly hear you. Me: I’m in a cupboard. I don’t know when I’m coming out.

Sparks to Make Flame: On the Ideas behind Fiction