For Me It Was A Lot Harder

When I Was Eight Years Old, I Wrote A Paragraph-long Short Story About A Goat On My Mother's Hundred-pound, Black-and-white-screen Laptop. The Story Came About Largely Because I Liked The Way The Word 'goat' Looked On The Page, But I Decided Then And There That I Wanted To Be A Writer. That Desire Never Changed.

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.

Death Should Be Celebrated...when You Put Something In The Ground You Always Know Where It Is

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.

For Me It Was A Lot Harder To Come To Terms With The Death Of My Grandfather Than It Was To Come To Terms With What's Happened To The Former Yugoslavia.