On an average day, my anxious mind will fasten itself to any number of alarms. That the world is ruled by the weak and soulless. That the skies are emptying of birds. That those I love will come to harm. That everything I do matters. That nothing I do matters. Hurricanes, plastic bottles, plunging lines […]
Does this ever happen to other writers? You have to do some research in order to write a story and one thing leads to another, and before you know it, you realize it’s the other way around. You’re not doing research in order to write a story. You’re writing the story in order to do […]
One of my fictional characters has escaped and is on the loose. It started a few months ago when I got a letter from a reader telling me how much she’d enjoyed my latest book, Brightwood, and how Frank was her favorite character. Frank isn’t the main character in Brightwood. She’s only the imaginary friend of […]
Just when I think I’ve exhausted all the many ways I can feel sorry for myself as a writer, along comes a new torment. I was invited to a party hosted by a woman with an eleven-year-old daughter. I thought it would be a nice gesture to bring a copy of my book The One […]