When I write, I fall into the zone many writers, painters, musicians, athletes, and craftsmen of all sorts seem to share: In doing something I enjoy and am expert at, deliberate thought falls aside and it is all just THERE. I think of the next word no more than the composer thinks of the next note.

One, don’t wait for inspiration, just start the damned thing. Two, once you begin, keep on until the end. How do you know how the story should begin until you find out where it’s going?

I find that when I am actually writing, I enter a zone of concentration too small to admit my troubles.

When I am writing my problems become invisible and I am the same person I always was. All is well. I am as I should be.

To say that George Lucas cannot write a love scene is an understatement; greeting cards have expressed more passion.