I Sold My Very First Novel When

I Always Had This Non-stop Drive. I Had To Keep Sending Stories Out And Every Once In Awhile I'd Get Something Accepted Or Get The Little Trickle Of Positive Feedback.

If I Could Go Back In Time And Tell My Younger Self That Eventually That I'd Become Very Successful Writing Dune Books After Frank Herbert's Death, I Would Have Laughed Myself Silly, I Think, At How Strange That Prospect Would Be.

Wouldn't You Like To Have An Augmented Memory Chip That You Could Plug Into Your Head So You Don't Have To Look Everything Up And Remember Everything?

I've Had The Same, Full-time Assistant And Typist For Eight Or Nine Years Now. She's Read Everything I've Written, She Types Everything And Does A Good Job, Translates It And Makes Comments.

Every Life Has A Destiny... The Trick Is To Discover It Before Then End Of Your Life. Otherwise, You Will Have Too Many Regrets.