Now that Scotty has entered the realm of myth, everyone wants to own him. And maybe they should. Doesn't a myth belong to everyone?

I don't really know where my ideas come from. I start with a time and a place. That's what I need to get started, and an intellectual question.

Technology makes everyone feel old. A laptop is old after two years. Someone always has something newer. Everyone seems to feel obsolete now, even the young.

The problem was precision, perfection; the problem was digitization, which sucked the life out of everything that got smeared through its microscopic mesh.

Because you can't write habitually and well all the time, you have to be willing to write badly. That's how you get the regularity that enables you to be present for the good stuff.

That adage about 'Write what you know' is basically the opposite of the way I function. I write about what I'm curious to find out.

No one is waiting for me. In this story, I'm the girl no one is waiting for.