I do think that it is one of the eternal questions about art, though - is all art intrinsically selfish?

I started writing about New Mexico in an autobiography class I was taking for school, and realized that it was very inspiring place for me.

Finally, I found a wonderful agent who wanted to work with me, and she sent it to one billion publishers and received one billion rejections, until I was fortunate enough to be matched up with the Permanent Press.

I read letters and journal entries by [Georgia] O'Keeffe (which were infinitely more useful than any critical analysis of her work).

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 tend to only write productively for one to two hours per day, so there is plenty of time left over for me to work a day job!