I’m not bragging here, but not every writer has the benefit of a genius in his office — like I do, with good old Albert Einstein. Especially a genius wearing a hat from The Cat in the Hat.
Actually, Albert was a gift from my parents, who bought him for me when I started a bookstore. And when I sold the store, he was the only thing I took with me. We’ve developed a good friendship. He doesn’t say much, but that’s okay. He’s a genius, so he doesn’t have to.