I ask people impertinent questions. Hopefully turning up pertinent answers.

When I started, I was pretty sure I was going to be writing some goofy little wizard novels that might make me some part-time money and would hopefully lead to something I could do better.

Survival was not enough. One had to live.

At the moment I was mad enough to chew up nails and spit out paper clips.

My main source for faith-based stuff is mostly the Bible, and a childhood with a much, much higher-than-median exposure to theological thought.

I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing.

People love dogs. You can never go wrong adding a dog to the story.