I didn't really choose to write; I more or less fell into it.

He was wondering if there was some cryptic, cultish mark on his door that told all the crazy people he'd have trouble saying no.

It’s like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It’s still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check, and .. whoa! Like a knife! I’m not sure that will ever change.

View your burden as a gift. It's the theme that has been given you to work with. Accept that and lean into it.

Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.

People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes,' he said. 'The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it's like missing water. Every day, you notice the person's absence more.

I consciously try to end my novels at a point where I won't have to wonder about my characters ever again.