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When I'm Drafting, I Suppose It's An Intuitive Process - Figuring Out When Something Just Has A Surreal Glaze On It And When It Grapples With Something That Could Threaten A Character's Day-to-day Reality.

Much Of The Way Books Get Classified Has To Do With Marketing Decisions. I Think It's More Useful To Think Of Literary Books And Sci-fi/fantasy Books As Existing On A Continuum. To Oppose Them, To Suggest That One Category Excludes The Other, Always Feels Bogus To Me. The Great Leonard Michaels Line Is "i Wanted Proximity To Darkness, Strangeness"? That's What I'd Say I Want From A Book, Regardless Of Where It Falls On The Fantastical Spectrum - That Suspense Connected To A Particular Human Character, Rather Than Just Some Mechanized Plot.

I Have A B.a. In Spanish, So Briefly I Thought That Somebody Might Pay Me To Speak Spanish Badly In Another Country, Like Norway.

At The End Of The Block Where I Used To Live In Coconut Grove In Miami, There's A Swampy Area, A No-name Alcove With A Little Mangrove Estuary. It's Beautiful.

Regret Is A Pilgrimage Back To The Place Where I Was Free To Choose.