I was pretty poor for a long time. Not *poor* poor. But college student poor. I lived for most of my adult life living on student wages, then after I got my MA and started teaching, I lived on teacher's wages, which isn't much better.

All stories are true.

Caffeine helps a lot. That and a certain amount of isolation.

If I talk about what I'm good at, I seem like I'm a conceited egomaniac.

Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So I began sleeping less to give her the time she needed.

I'd like to do an anthology. Maybe a collection of songs set in my world, or based on my world. I think that would be a lot of fun.

Only priests and fools are fearless and I've never been on the best of terms with God.