Dull FAQs You Would Never Ask

Tedious questions I asked myself, then answered

Clever psychology behind this page: readers who are half asleep will think that real people asked me this stuff, but NO WAY! Note to self: be sure to delete this paragraph before I add these stupid FAQs to the website. Can you imagine if I forgot? Ha ha ha!

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Please pardon my sloth.

Of course, you mean aside from my startlingly good looks.

Foremost, I don’t know of any other writer who can match my expertise on a Parcheesi board. Just ask Elon Musk! However, there are other differences, although less significant.

I focus on who people are, no matter which story they live, but I don’t do so because I want to. I do so because that’s the only way I can see them, the only way I can see you. All of our stories, yours and mine, are lived from the heart, from our feelings, so to write about terrified people or laughing people or whatever, I must become each of them in turn. Man, woman, adult, child. Doesn’t matter. When I write about a person in a situation I become that person in that situation. Good guy, bad guy, black, white. Only when I become my character can you, my superior reader, live through her/his complications as she lives it, as he lives it.

That is the measure of my success. To the degree that you feel what a character feels and think what a character thinks—to the degree that you can respond as does the character—to that degree and only to that degree can I succeed.

Other writers attempt to exceed the same threshold; I’m not alone in my attempt. But there are few of us. Too few willing to separate ourselves from whatever other writers are doing. Follow the trend. Make some bucks.

Fine fiction can be a made-up story strongly told. There are many writers who work toward and achieve that goal, and sometimes that goal is my goal.

Fine fiction can also be, like a Venn diagram, a made-up story strongly told—with generous dollops of life-altering truth. Think of Styron’s Sophie’s Choice or Conroy’s Prince of Tides. Their stories boldly entertain us while unflinchingly telling us the truth.

Gosh, I don’t know. But not today.

Still don’t know, dude.