People still ask me why I stopped writing. I tell them that back in the day, Fate walked in the door and gave me a fucking good slap and told me to put food on the table. So here I am, earning more designing a small website than I did writing all four novels. The maths is simple: small website, a couple of weeks; four novels, fifteen years. So it's now official, a hard-learned fact: my web-designs really are worth more than a million words, and also get finished in a fraction of the time.