The Girl Has A Funny Way Of

There Are Certain Prehistoric Things That Swim Beyond Extinction.

Whenever Someone Asks Me About Fantasy Versus Realism, I'm Like, "i Don't Know, Guys. Did We Not All Just Descend Into Some Underworld, Watch Strangers From Our Past Kaleidoscope Through Us According To Some Pattern That Is Both Illogical And Has Its Own Strange Melting Truth, And Then Wake Up And Have A Pop-tart?" Why Are We Talking About Fantasy And Reality Like They're Opposed?

Regret Is A Pilgrimage Back To The Place Where I Was Free To Choose.

When I'm Drafting, I Suppose It's An Intuitive Process - Figuring Out When Something Just Has A Surreal Glaze On It And When It Grapples With Something That Could Threaten A Character's Day-to-day Reality.

It Remains Unbelievable To Me That I Have Any Readers Beyond My Own Blood Relations - It's A Crazy, Wild Gift.