I definitely have managed to overcome dyslexia now to become a fully functional human being but things were a lot more difficult when I was younger.

I didn't read at all until I was 12. I just couldn't. It was too frustrating.

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

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff.

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.

I collect things that just look retarded.

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