The Interviewer: “RB, why do you do so much writing if its so much work with so little reward.”

Demon: “Damn, you’re dense. Because RB loves that shit.”

The Interviewer: “Yes, everyone knows. But this is hardly an answer. And plus I was asking RB. So RB, why do you love to write?”

RB: “Have you ever had a dream that when you wake up the next morning, it lingers with you the whole day?”

The Interviewer: “Yes. I have.”

RB: “By the end of the day, were you tired of thinking about it and you just wanted it out of your head?”

The Interviewer: “Maybe. What are you hinting at?”

RB: “I walk around with daydreams in my head daily, hourly. Worlds. Lands. People. Scenes so vivid that I have to write them down or they collide and grow and become bigger and bigger. But while I like the things I imagine. I also like to see them grow up.”

The Interviewer: “I beg your pardon?”

RB: “I love taking what swims around in my head and making it almost real. By writing them, I can shape them and mold the ideas into more than just dreams. I can give it a kind of reality. Like giving birth and watching a child mature. Of course, that is just symbolism, but the concept is similar.”

The Interviewer: “Profound.”

RB: “Not really. But thank you.”


The Interviewer: “I did a little research and learned that most writers and authors find little success in the craft of writing.”

RB: “True.”

The Interviewer: “Does that include you?”

RB: “Not really.”

The Interviewer: “But you are a little known talent, with a very small readership. Doesn’t that bother you?”

RB: “It depends on what you consider successful. If you are basing my success on what the big name authors who have publishing companies backing them are making, then yep, I ain’t successful. However, if you base success on personal goals, then yes I just might be successful.”

The Interviewer: “So you’re saying, to base success on personal goals not popular opinion.”

RB: “I say take your successes where you can get it.”

The Interviewer: “Your vagueness always astounds me.”

RB: “Fine. Yes, I used to believe success would be becoming one of those big names with huge money-making contracts. But as I learn and grow as a writer, doing what I love, I re-evaluated my definition of success. Yes, I would still love to have the publishing contracts with cash advances for my books, but I believe if one person buys my book, that’s a success. If that same person reads my book and likes it, that is a major success. And when that person wants me to write more…well that’s a huge success.”


The Interviewer: “Do you realize that in one day, RB can write 10,000 words? That’s astonishing!”

Demon: “That’s shit.”

The Interviewer: “How can you say something so disparaging?”

Demon: “Easy. That’s shit.”

Angel: “What I think Demon is trying to say is-”

Demon: “That’s shit.”

Angel: “That 10,000 words doesn’t mean much if they have no order. You can write 10,000 words on a piece of paper and it mean nothing. The hard work comes in when giving those words meaning and bringing that meaning to life in a story. I’m sure RB would rather have a few good meaningful sentences than have a multitude of empty paragraphs.”

Demon: “Did I ask for a damn interpreter? My version sounded better and less winded.”

The Interviewer: “Angel was speaking to the more intellectual crowd. They do not want to hear such base drivel.”

Demon: “You’re shit.”

Angel: “And yet, I prefer a lot of pretty words over Demon’s few words.”