My mom once lost track of me at the zoo and when she found me I was lecturing a man about the difference between dromedary and Bactrian camels. I was about 3 1/2.
I’ve got an idea for a modern day faerie tale that I think would made a great short novel. But I just don’t have the time to work on it right now. I’m way too busy with the ‘Kingkiller Chronicles’ and being a new dad.
I almost got a psychology degree I almost got a philosophy degree. I kept changing it so they couldn’t make me graduate. I studied anthropology and eastern religion epistomology and astronomy… I took every interesting course I could find for nine years.
Don’t get me wrong magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? That’s a story. Handled properly it’s more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be.
I never set out to become ‘famous.’ I mean when you’re 14 you think ‘I’m gonna become a writer and people will want my autograph and that’ll be cool’ but you grow up and you learn that’s just not how the world works. I resigned myself to the fact that I would probably never be published and if I did it probably wouldn’t be a big deal.
When you’re 14 anything with a sword and a dragon is pretty cool. But when you’re 21 and you’ve read 2,000 fantasy novels you start to realize that some of those books well they weren’t really good. OK let’s be honest. A lot of them were crap.