Last year, I tried very hard to write every day, and did a pretty good job of sticking to that. This year, it’s been spotty, at best.I wrote a lot while in Amsterdam, and very little since I got back. Trying very hard to write, but, as Bradbury observes in the foreword of Dandelion Wine:

Like every beginner, I thought you could beat, pummel, and thrash an idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds up its paws, turns on its back, fixes its eyes on eternity, and dies.

Having met two of my very favorite authors – Douglas Adams and Arthur C Clarke – I can not think of any author I’d more like to meet than Mr. Bradbury, but I have no idea what I’d ask him, for I feel that I already know him, from what he has written. And the most important thing I’ve learned from him is simply to write every day, whether I have something to write or not. Of course, very very few can ever hope to rise to his level, but I imagine I have good story or two hiding away somewhere, waiting for me to write it.