I suppose I'm most influenced by any good, commercial writer. I learn from everyone.

Setting is a major aspect in writing all of my books, both in terms of natural and cultural environments.

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

Where does a story truly begin? In life, there are seldom clear-cut beginnings, those moments when we can, in looking back, say that everything started. Yet there are moments when fate intersects with our daily lives, setting in motion a sequence of events whose outcome we could never have foreseen.

So that's the ghost you been running from.

She'd always believed that people come in two varieties: those who look out the windshield and those who stare in the rearview mirror. She'd always been the windshield type: gotta focus on the future, not the past, because that's the only part that's still up for grabs. Mom throws me out? Gotta get some food and find a place to live. Husband dies? Gotta keep working, or I'll end up going crazy. Got some guy stalking me? Gotta figure out a way to stop it.

That's how I always want to remember my time with you. Like a pure white light, breathtaking to behold.