What Will Happen Can't Be Stopped. Aim

I Think That I'm Serious, But I Don't Think That I'm Inordinately Bleak.

Quite Often My Narrator Or Protagonist May Be A Man, But I'm Not Sure He's The More Interesting Character, Or If The More Complex Character Isn't The Woman.

It's Not About Having Things Figured Out, Or About Communicating With Other People, Trying To Make Them Understand What You Understand. It's About A Chicken Dinner At A Drive-in. A Soft Pillow. Things That Don't Need Explaining.

I've Spent My Life Supporting Myself.

I Don't Write About Things That I Have The Answers To Or Things That Are Very Close To Home. It Just Wouldn't Be Any Adventure. It Wouldn't Have Any Vitality.