A Conclusion Is Simply The

The Earliest Impetuses For Writing, For Me, Were Simply The Strange Things I Happened To Notice In My Everyday Life, Stuff I Read About In The Grocery Store Tabloids My Mom Bought, Situations That Struck Me As Compelling, Anecdotes I'd Heard, Images, Words, Metaphors.

There Is Your Car And The Open Road, The Fabled Lure Of Random Adventure. You Stand At The Verge, And You Could Become Anything.

I've Had A Lot Of Different Lives. I Was Adopted, I Grew Up In Nebraska, And Then I Went To Northwestern... Then I Had This Really Extraordinary, Different Life Than My Parents.

I Guess I've Been Blessed With Insomnia Because I Do A Lot Of My Writing At Night. Because I Don't Sleep As Much As I Probably Should, I Have That Extra Time To Write Weird Stories And Think Odd Thoughts.

My Main Reader Was My Wife Sheila, And I Haven't Written A Lot Since She Died.