If No One Knows You,

I Was Worried That, As A College Teacher, If I Wrote Too Much About Intergenerational Sex My Students Would Be Creeped Out.

A Conclusion Is Simply The Place Where You Got Tired Of Thinking.

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

I Think That The Way That I Write Stories Is By Instinct. You Have Some Basic Ideas - A Character, Or An Image, Or A Situation That Sounds Compelling - And Then You Just Feel Your Way Around Until You Find The Edges Of Your Story. It's Like Going Into A Dark Room... You Stumble Around Until You Find The Walls And Then Inch Your Way To The Light Switch.

It's Not Like It Ruined My Life, I Was Going To Say, But Then I Didn't. Because It Occurred To Me That Maybe It Had Ruined My Life, In A Kind Of Quiet Way--a Little Lie, Probably Not So Vital, Insidiously Separating Me From Everyone I Loved.