I am a tragically bad artist.

When I finished the book [The Dissemblers], I sent it to one billion agents, and got one billion rejections.

I've spent many a day worrying that I will never be able to write again!

I was loosely aware that most of my characters were fundamentally selfish people, but I didn't intentionally make that a theme.

The book [The Dissemblers] officially came out two weeks after my thirtieth birthday...am I still young?

I lived in New Mexico until I was seventeen, and honestly I've been homesick ever since I left.

This was my first novel [The Dissemblers ]. I've never seriously written short stories, and actually find short stories much more intimidating as an art form than novels.