At 12 I dropped out of school but I had lost interest in it at a much earlier age. For me, school was very very stressful.

I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible.

I would ask my parents something, but then go to my siblings. We were encouraged to bounce ideas off everyone.

I've always wanted to have a book published - it was a dream of mine, but the thought of actually writing a book made me feel really sick.

I collect things that just look retarded.

When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.

The way this whole novel thing came together was, I sold them one bill of goods and then didn't communicate very well. I am like Captain Run-on Sentence.