Pain Collected Into Deep Pockets

I Tended To Be Drawn To The Weirder, Darker Stuff. Horror And Sci-fi Anthologies.

If You're Short On Time, That Would Be The Two-word Version Of Our Story: We Fell.

My Mom Says I'm Destined To Be The Sort Of Man Who Uses Big Words But Pronounces Them Incorrectly.

I'm Probably A Lot Closer Than Perhaps The Contents Of My Early Fiction Suggest To A Jaded Denny's Waitress With Smoker's-lung-black Humor Than A Ghost Hunter.

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