I didn't really expect to be coming to the Oscars.

I have a book in the pipeline of short stories. You want to hear an agent scream, say 'I'm thinking about doing a collection of short stories set in the Ozarks.

I felt like a number of things in me as a writer just clicked.

I didn't really expect to be coming to the Oscars.

I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.

There's an overlap between social-realist fiction and crime fiction - a sweet spot there.

Love and hate hold hands always so it made natural sense that they'd get confused by upset married folk in the wee hours once in a while and a nosebleed or bruised breast might result. But it just seemed proof that a great foulness was afoot in the world when a no-strings roll in the hay with a stranger led to chipped teeth or cigarette burns on the wrist.