A few weeks ago I sent a message to my friends that most found slightly alarming. The message was as follows: “My debut into weird fiction will explore the strange urge I keep having to put on face paint and… Continue reading
My parents proudly proclaim to all interested ears that I read my first book, Hop on Pop, at age four, and was reading at a fifth-grade level by the time I was seven. What’s that joke about people who were… Continue reading