I think I became [writer] despite myself - tricking myself into it, really.

I think I became [writer] despite myself - tricking myself into it, really.

SUN, MOON, AND STARRY SKY Early summer evenings, when the first stars come out, the warm glow of sunset still stains the rim of the western sky. Sometimes, the moon is also visible, a pale white slice, while the sun tarries. Just think -- all the celestial lights are present at the same time! These are moments of wonder -- see them and remember.

A related recurring theme is the exploration of how we take for granted the things in our immediate environment that are common and ordinary. Existential blindness, of sorts.

Being smart as a whip includes knowing when not to crack it.

And it is a quiet terrible thing, too, to discover the value of love this way [after loss] - when the object of love is no longer there, when love dies or goes away or changes. When it is too late.

I love to fool my readers, but in a good way. If you've read any of my work, there's a good chance that at some point I surprised you.