I remember being banned from other houses as a younger child during the winter holiday season; I was the only one who didn't believe in Santa Claus, and I was ruining everyone's Christmas.

Wouldn't that be nice if we could all afford to just freely pursue our dreams?

In the wintertime I like macaroni and cheese.

I love doing readings. I could really give a crap about reviews. It's kind of about the readers.

I'd love to be able to write crazy epic plots. I'm working on it.

An ellipsis is a giant ocean of possibilities.

I find that short stories are almost like palate cleansers, or brain cleansers.