To do my job well, I have to be a good listener. The listening is so much more important than the talking.

David Cristofanos debut novel captures the essence of the human spirit, and delivers a story that is simultaneously heartwarming and heartbreaking.

I have way too much going on, as usual, but fortunately it's all good stuff. I'm not complaining.

People love honesty. Honesty is medicinal, I think. It makes people feel less lonely in the world.

Getting tired of sitting, staring at my computer screen, day after day, where everyone is two-dimensional, reduced to an avatar photo, status updates, or maybe some carefully curated vacation photos. There's something exhausting about that after a while. I found myself wanting to hear voices.

I feel like it's a good time to be a writer. I'm terminally optimistic. It seems like the publishing industry is in the middle of a big transition, and that the rules of the game are still sorting themselves out.

I can think of plenty of writers whose work I revere and whose lives I know little about.