There Is No Pain Greater Than This;

Definitely They Write Themselves. It's An Amazing Experience. It's Like The Characters Have Come Alive And Are Sitting On My Shoulder Talking To Me, Telling Me Their Tales.

Also, There Are Authors And Publicists Using The Internet To Manipulate Opinion, Both Positively For A Work And Negatively Against The Competition. I Don't Do This And Can't Stomach It, Honestly.

I'm Trying To Make All The Characters Change And Grow, Or Regress.

I've Spared With Demons From The Nine Hells Themselves, I Shall Barely Break A Sweat Here Today.

As I Became A Creature Of The Empty Tunnels, Survival Became Easier And More Difficult All At Once. I Gained In The Physical Skills And Experience Necessary To Live On. I Could Defeat Almost Anything That Wandered Into My Chosen Domain. It Did Not Take Me Long, However, To Discover One Nemesis That I Could Neither Defeat Nor Flee. It Followed Me Wherever I Went - Indeed, The Farther I Ran, The More It Closed In Around Me. My Enemy Was Solitude, The Interminable, Incessant Silence Of Hushed Corridors.