I had nothing to do with writing this book. There are little aliens, probably teenagers, driving around in my brain, moving thoughts and ideas around. They are having a great time. Over...
I write to get things in my mind out in the open, so I can take a look at them. I started by writing down my dreams, right after I woke up. That was a bad idea. My sanity was immediately in question, not that it ever wasn't. I was horrified, to be honest.