Show everyone your ideas. A novel that sits in a drawer isn’t a novel. You can’t protect what you’ve made. You’ve got to expose it to the elements. You have to get it out onto the runway and yank the propeller as hard as you can and get the damn thing up in the air — up over our heads so that we can see it before we hear it, and look up and smile as the wings flash against the sunlight and see you in the cockpit as you look down and wave to us as we already begin to look like tiny little ants.