Books

The inexplicable frenzy for written stories

Writing, for me, is a strange collision — between intuition and structure, chaos and form, vodka in the wound and thorns in the pillow. I write fiction and I write essays. I write because I need to. I've been doing it for more than 15 years. I write what I feel, and then I edit, again and again, until it feels true.

Literary experiments

Inside my crystal palace — that fragile, glowing place I call my mind — there’s a universe of stories. Some are loud, some whisper. I’ve carried them since I was a child. I know I’ll never have time to write them all, but they live there, ready. Always.

I enjoy playing with theory, wrestling with the architecture of text, its meaning, its aesthetic weight. These are tricky paths, but I like how they twist and turn. My training in classical and modern literature is part of it, though my research interest is light and playful. I open critical doors so I can wander in — and later close them with a grin.

Books

When I finished my first book, I ran to a publisher and slammed into the door. With the second, I didn’t bother knocking. With the third, I self-published. Now, I just write and release when I feel the timing is right.