The humor, the hatred of day jobs, the drinking, the gambling on life, the madness of the grind, giving away your soul for pennies on the dollar, I knew that world. I lived in that world.… more
I realized that language can be more than the vehicle for a story; it can be the lens through which the reader sees the world. For me, the cadence of the language came to mirror the setting of Euphoria County—with its mysterious flora, its snaking roads, and its trapped secrets.… more
I’ve always been drawn to people who were a little banged up, a little wobbly on their feet. I think, most likely, because I’ve always felt that way. I’ve always been balancing on the edge of trying and giving up. Keeping my shit together or destructing.… more
One time I had a woman say to me, “Don’t you just love Nicholas Sparks?” I said, “He might be one of the worst writers in the English language.” She said, “But he’s a millionaire!” I said, “People in America spend a lot more money on baloney than they do filet mignon. That doesn’t make baloney good for them.”… more