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.

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.

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

I think what my father appreciated was the science experiment of life. He had these kids, and they had their own experiences. He wanted us to discover the world for ourselves.

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.

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.