Formula: Second Draft = First Draft Minus

There May Be Fairies, There May Be Elves, But God Helps Those Who Help Themselves.

Here I Am, Ninety Years Old And Ready For The Cooling Board, Using A Brand New Macintosh Computer, And There You Sit, Twenty-two And Gorgeous, Fresh As A New Peach, Yet Scrawling On A Yellow Legal Pad Like An Old Maid In A Victorian Romance.

I Like To Get Ten Pages A Day, Which Amounts To 2,000 Words. That’s 180,000 Words Over A Three-month Span, A Goodish Length For A Book — Something In Which The Reader Can Get Happily Lost, If The Tale Is Done Well And Stays Fresh.

In The End We Always Wear Out Our Worries. That’s What Wireman Says.

The Old Sleep Poorly. Perhaps They Stand Watch.