I Do No Writing While I'm In

I Think The Mythology Of Death Really Ran Away With Me When I Was Very Young.

I Grew Up In Cyprus And Egypt, These Fantastic Places I Remember Fondly.

Kelly Link's Prose Is Conveyed In Details So Startling And Fine That You Work Up A Sweat Just Waiting For The Next Sentence To Land. This Is Why We Read, Crave, Need, Can't Live Without Short Stories.

When I Hit A Block, Regardless Of What I Am Writing, What The Subject Matter Is, Or What's Going On In The Plot, I Go Back And I Read Pablo Neruda's Poetry. I Don't Actually Speak Spanish, So I Read It Translation. But I Always Go Back To Neruda. I Don't Know Why, But It Calms Me, Calms My Brain.

In The Mess Of Moving From Place To Place, I Skipped Two Grades In The Space Of One Year.