How do we live the writer's life? There's only one simple answer: 'we write.'

In a creative journey, it is essential, no matter how far one runs, to examine that which is closest to home.

You can start your day over anytime.

Our minds simply don't function in some sort of narrative chronology. I think that one of the great gifts of writing fiction is being able to think about that.

I've always felt like my nose is pressed to glass. I always feel a little bit like an outsider.

I often envy my friends who are visual artists. Visual artists have other things to work with. Other media. I envy my sculptor friends: they have hunks of matter. Marble. Wood. It's physical, which I find very appealing. What we have is nothing, is just glaringly blank.

I never troll for material. It simply presents itself, and is always unmistakable. This is why I want to roll my eyes when people interrupt themselves in the middle of some story they're telling me to say, "You know you can't write about this."