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Notes on "You Would Set Your Jaws upon My Throat"
I will never come up with a better title for a story than “You Would Set Your Jaws upon My Throat.” Not just because it’s a bold, attention-grabbing title, but because it also helped me unlock the way this story needed to be told. Let me explain.
Notes on "A Pamphlet for This"
“A Pamphlet for This” was originally set in 2037. That’s because the spark for the story came from the idea that electric cars will someday render obsolete the practice of suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning from sitting in an idling car in a closed garage.
Bob Ross Took Over My Life
I’m a passable musician. I like to think I’m a pretty good writer. But before February, I wouldn’t have imagined I could paint a wall in my condo, much less a canvas. I never took an art class, never drew much more than doodles.
Notes on "The Vagabond"
When I tell people I’m a writer, after all the caveats and disclaimers that go along with such a statement, I often get the question, “What kind of stuff do you write?” I’ve never been able to come up with a better response than “literary fiction,” despite that being a dissatisfying answer to anyone who doesn’t have an English degree.