In a small, dusty used bookstore in the middle of Costa Rica one summer, I came across a book of short stories I just had to have. I'd fled to Costa Rica to escape a bad relationship, but he'd come after me. Read more »
One of the most surprising things, for me, about becoming a working writer, has been the discovery of how social a profession it is.
Back in adolescence, dreaming about someday Publishing Great Things, I imagined a solitary struggle. Read more »
Well, my original plan was to write next about my ambivalence towards capitalism, and how I ended up writing this series of blog posts, and whether the (implicitly modernist) short story of character, as a form, is still the correct vehicle for engag. Read more »