My writing is always heavily influenced by whatever I’m reading at the time so I push myself to “read above my grade level” in order to grow as a writer.
The minimalism I was trained in is insufficient for the kinds of stories we need to tell today.
I thought that authors writing in a personal way about a formative work of literature was a great idea.
Wisdom is only true wisdom when it isn’t merely a reassuring echo of one’s own views.
responsibility can be a restraint that gives shape to your art, but it also can be a release, enlarging perception, illuminating what had been unseen.
I’m just writing about these ideas, these characters, and my lack of a clear moral directive became the subject as much as the animals, the crime and the humor are the subject.
As I write, I follow the voice of the narrator through these moments and specifics, always paying close attention to the energy of sentences and where they lead.
The biggest challenge for me was trying to pull all those various threads back together again in a way that seemed more or less realistic and also satisfying.
I learned a long time ago that I don’t get to pick my own genre—someone else is always going to label me however he sees fit.
All it takes is two or three things to illuminate a character.