Please explain what just happened.
A co-worker accused me of stealing his stapler and I said, “I don’t have time for this; I have to fill out an interview.”
But I did. I did steal it.
What is your earliest memory?
Watching The Wizard of Oz and being terrified of that damned witch. I must have been around four or five.
If you weren’t a writer, what other profession would you choose?
What would I choose? Can it be anything? Billionaire. Sex Wizard. A doctor, but in space.