I do think that I have a more flexible view of the interactions between people, and between human and non-human protagonists, humans and their landscapes.

Growing up, Catholic church really was such an incubator for my imagination, because all of those mysteries felt embedded in this insanely green, tropical landscape: the ocean nearby, the giant banyan trees. It all felt part of one seamless mystery to me.

Sometimes, when you're writing sentence by sentence, you're not really sure what footprints you're going to fall into, or what ghosts might appear.

In short stories there's more permission to be elliptical. You can have image-logic, or it's almost like a poem in that you can come to a lot of meanings within a short space.

My favorite classes were always dumb nerdy vocabulary.

It remains unbelievable to me that I have any readers beyond my own blood relations - it's a crazy, wild gift.

I want a real encounter with something true and disconcerting about peoples' natures.