Maybe when I'm sixty-five I'll talk about my literary life.

I published a bunch of my older books in e-book format with Open Road, which is great and has tons of hard to find older books available there.

I love comic books and always did as a kid.

The idea to make hotel reviews the form of the novel came first. So I just started writing hotel reviews and tried to come up with a consistent voice.

Have I mentioned that I expect death around every turn, that every blue sky has a safe sailing out of it, that every bus runs me over, that every low, mean syllable uttered in my direction seems to intimate the violence of murder, that every family seems like an opportunity for ruin and every marriage a ceremony into which calamity will fall and hearts will be broken and lives destroyed and people branded by the mortifications of love?

Updike worked this way, and I just kinda borrowed it from him. So the memoir will be relief from novel writing for a moment.

It's also true, however, that having conquered the regional writer ghetto, I am now intent on conquering the nationalist writer ghetto and moving out into the world more.