Lovemaking seems all too absurd when described.

It's odd how violence and humor so often go together, isn't it?

Doing a life study while drunk and in the process of being seduced is never a formula for quality art.

There's a unique bond of trust between readers and authors that I don't believe exists in any other art form; as a reader, I trust a novelist to give me his or her best effort, however flawed.

Life is brutal that way ... the loss of irrecoverable moments amid trivia and distraction.

It started 25 years ago, when I was teaching elementary school in a small town in Missouri

Barbarians, we call them, while all the while we timidly cling to our Web like Visigoths crouching in the ruins of Rome's faded glory and proclaim ourselves civilized.