I love the Internet, and I love wasting time on the Internet - even though it sometimes ends up being not being a waste of time.

I would get a lot of writing done if I lived in isolation in a cave under a swamp.

I was haunted by a bear attack that happened in Algonquin Park in 1991. The problem was that I dont believe in ghosts, so that ruled out an exorcism. My other choice was to start writing.

Parents spend a lot of time talking over kids. My son went through a vocabulary burst as I was writing The Bear. I thought, What if I just stopped and listened?

I like situations that push a character to the edge.

The feat of surviving is directly related to the capacity of the survivor.

A young woman hiking alone in the mountains sounds dangerous. In the pre-cell phone era maybe it was, but Ill stop short of calling it foolish.