I never know where I'm headed when I'm working on a book.

Things, very strange things, happen in folktales and there is never much attention given to the whys and wherefores.

The story has to flow from an unstructured, felt place, but then I have to bring my analytical brain to bear on issues of craft.

I never know where I'm headed when I'm working on a book.

Writing, for me, is always a dance between the critical part of my brain and the subconscious.

We grow, we mature, some of us give birth, we age, we die.

I guess I'm drawn to stories of people whose physicality puts them on the outside of things in order to explore the ways in which an identity is formed around these prevailing attitudes.