I grew up in southern California in the 80s. Yes, I am a walking cliche.

The more I want a book to be done, the faster I type because I just want to get it out.

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

I failed angst in high school. They let me graduate anyway.

I both love and am terrified by Greg Van Eekhout's vision of Los Angeles. I already want to go back.

Part of what makes us human is what we mean to other people, and what people mean to us.

I am not responsible for actions of the imaginary version of me you have inside your head.