People Want You To Be Ordinary. They

I Began To Encounter Real-life Stories Of Dogs Protecting Their Wounded Or Dying Or Dead Handler... Or Dogs Refusing To Leave The Bodies Of The People They Were Bonded To, Sitting In Cemeteries For Days Or Sometimes Weeks. You Find These Stories Endlessly.

My Fiction Is Almost Always Inspired By A Character's Need Or Desire To Rise Above Him- Or Herself. No One Is Perfect And Some Of Us Have Much Adversity In Our Lives; It Is Those People Who Struggle To Rise Above Their Nature Or Background That I Find The Most Interesting And Heroic.

Some Of Us Find Our Way With A Single Light To Guide Us; Others Lose Themselves Even When The Star Field Is As Sharp As A Neon Ceiling. Ethics May Not Be Situational, But Feelings Are. We Learn To Adjust, And, Over Time, The Stars We Use To Guide Ourselves Come To Reside Within Rather Than Without.

Los Angeles Is The Evolutionary Edge.

I Had A Big Akita, Yoshi, Who Was Fabulous. I Loved Him. We Lost Him When He Was 12, And I've Never Been Able To Replace Him. Normally, Most People Lose A Pet And Get Another And Keep Going On. But It Just Felt Wrong To Me; It Felt Disloyal.