I’ve read a lot of book reviews that describe the author’s work as gripping and intense. Nothing wrong with that, it seems to be a trait that every best seller has. That’s cool.

When I read my own works, the intensity is distinctly lacking. I like to think this is purposeful: I don’t want every page of a 250 page book to be on-the-edge-of-your-seat madness. I like my lulls, my calms, scenes of action that are almost surreal, and instead of nerve-wracklingly intense they are presented with a heady thoughtfulness.

That’s not to say that I don’t write intense scenes. I just don’t like them to drag on too long. Intensity happens, but for it to be intense, it eventually has to stop being intense.

Man, that all sounded like delirious gobbly-gook.