I've always written about animals. I'm still trying to process why that is.
Wash the bones, bring the body, leave the heart behind.
In the mess of moving from place to place, I skipped two grades in the space of one year.
I do no writing while I'm in Belgrade visiting my grandma.
At the end of the day, it's about the reader's attachment to and belief in the magical elements that make or break magical realism.
You never know what's going to happen in your life, and you never know what's going to happen in someone else's life either.