What would it take to make you stop writing? Just wondering. I have no intention of stopping, nor do I have any idea what it would take to get me to stop.
Just finished The Lust Lizard of Melancoly Cove by Christopher Moore. Have reviewed two of his books here before: Lamb and Fluke. Liked em both, BUT Fluke stunned me. Changed genre in mid-story. Started as science, about whales and dolphins, and suddenly shifted to science fiction. Once I understood what I was reading, I was all right. Lamb is fantasy...what Jesus youthful life migt have been like. Lust Lizard also fantasy, but you can sort of tell that going in.