Everything I write, I believe instinctively, is to some extent collage. Meaning, ultimately, is a matter of adjacent data.

Momentum, in literary mosaic, derives not from narrative but from the subtle, progressive buildup of thematic resonances.

Resolution and conclusion are inherent in a plot-driven narrative.

If I'm reading a book and it seems truly interesting, I tend to start reading back to front in order not to be too deeply under the sway of progress.

I'm wonderfully self-lacerating, probably to my character's detriment. I'm terribly open to critique.

My medium is prose, not the novel.

I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.