I've never taken a scalpel to a dead body.

I find it difficult to attend autopsies. Especially the smells.

In the first person, the readers feel smart, like it's them solving the case.

But when I was a little kid, I was always writing stories and illustrating little books that I would create.

And suddenly the world was filled with wooden faces and flat voices - and, you were alone.

Even when I am writing I usually take a break around lunchtime and go for a little walk to clear out my head.

Thoughts are odd misfires.