I've been lucky enough to have had my wits about me most of my life, because I stop sometimes and say, "How did I survive That" And then I write about it. I think that life is an adventure and if you're looking for safe harbor, good luck! because even if you manage to find a berth in that harbor it'll either make you crazy trying to secure it or you'll go out of your mind with boredom. I'd rather take my chances on the open storm-filled sea. There's more to write about.. I think the biggest flaw in human beings is also our biggest asset: we believe in magic. My stories are filled with magic, so I'm counting on this belief that things will turn out right--which is all magic is. In fact, you can't write fiction without incorporating some magic because real life spills out and over the pages of a book and it takes more than a little abracadabrato tidy things up and make sense of things--which is the job of fiction. It's after we close the book or the movie ends that we get in trouble: we don't shake the stars out of our eyesand take hold of our own stories, we don't take responsibility for our own actions, we wait for big daddy to make things right. We all have stories. We all have things we've survived and after we get some distance we look back and say, "Wow! How did I survive that? I must be cool!" And you tell people about it because you are the story you tell about yourself.