In The End, There Probably Isn't Much

For The Last Few Years I've Tried To Force Myself To Write At Least One Page Every Day, Which Doesn't Sound Like Much But It's Actually Pretty Hard To Manage. Because I'm Not Allowed To Do A Make-up Day. I Can't Do Two Pages The Next Day. The Punishment For Not Completing My Page Is That I Have To Eat A Vegetarian Meal The Next Day.

A Lot Of People Work Really Diligently To Maintain A "profile" In The Writing World, But That's So Hard, And So Boring Most Of The Time. So You Just Keep Doing What You Like To Do, I Guess, And Try To Enjoy It.

I'm Certainly Very Influenced By What You Would Call "contemporary Headline Horror," Stuff That Is True Crime Or For One Reason Or Another Catches Our Attention In The Media, Those Strange Cases That We End Up Obsessing About. I'm Always Influenced By Weird Anecdotes And News. And, You Know, Lastly, Probably Things That Have Happened To Me In My Own Life.

Identity Issues Are Hardwired Into The Way I Think About Character - It's Almost As If I Can't Get Away From Them Even If I Want To.

I Have To Admit That 'psychology Today' Was One Of The First Magazines I Started Reading, Back When I Was 13 Or 14, Because I Was The Kind Of Kid That Was Curious About The Mysterious Human Mind - I Hoped To Learn About Telekenisis, Multiple Personalities, Psychosis, And Various Other Cool And Terrible Things That Happened Inside People's Heads.