The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.
There's a very fine line between a groove and a rut; a fine line between eccentrics and people who are just plain nuts.
I started writing morning pages just to keep my hand in, you know, just because I was a writer and I didn't know what else to do but write. And then one day as I was writing, a character came sort of strolling in and I realized, Oh my God, I don't have to be just a screenwriter. I can write novels.