Fear is the price you pay; disquiet.

Doubt.

But for that you get to create stuff that didn’t exist before: people, places, and events that wouldn’t exist without you. And sometimes you fall in love with the characters you’ve created: Mickey, Kaska, St. Claire, Angel Speed. And Babe, of course.

You feel a responsibility to them.

So now, I have to go back and honour my responsibility to those people. I have books to write. I must write until I die.

(there, said it)