The Balls Do Not Make A Writer.

I Read Everything I Could Find In English - Twain, Henry James, Hemingway, Really Everything. And Then After A While I Started Writing Shorter Pieces In English, And One Of Them Got Published In A Literary Magazine And That's How It Got Started. After That, Graduate School Didn't Seem Very Important.

I Am A Writer, Which Means I Write Stories, I Write Novels, And I Would Write Poetry If I Knew How To. I Don't Want To Limit Myself.

There Has To Be A Kind Of Grassroots Push, A Movement, As It Were, Against The Inherent Isolationism Of American Capitalism As Practiced In The Publishing Industry. There Need To Be Grants And Government Support And A Few Publishers, Mainstream And Independent, Who Are Not Afraid To Challenge American Readership. We Need To Build A Network Of Translators, Publishers And Readers. We Hope That Our Annual Anthology Might Provide An Upsurge In Interest For European Fiction And Then, As We Publish It Every Year, Become A Habit To Many Readers.

I Spotted A Can In The Corner Whose Red Label Read Sadness. Was There So Much Of It They Could Can It And Sell It? A Bolt Of Pain Went Through My Intestines Before I Realized That It Was Not Sadness But Sardines.

Because Sometimes You Have No Control Over Life And It Keeps You Far Away From Who You Love.