The Deep South Might Be Wretched, But

I Don't Write Under The Ghost Of Faulkner. I Live In The Same Town And Find His Life And Work Inspiring, But That's It. I Have A Motorcycle And Tool Along The Country Lanes. I Travel At My Own Speed.

Voice Comes To You Through A Spell, A Trance. The Best Voices Are Not You... They're A Little Away From You.

The Point Is To Strip Down, Get Protestant, Then Even More Naked. Walk Over Scorched Bricks To Find Your Own Soul. Your Heart A Searching Dog In The Rubble.

I Don't Really Believe In A Creative-writing Major As An Undergraduate. It's A Bad Idea, Terrible. I've Met Creative-writing Majors From Other Places And They Don't Know A Goddamn Thing. They're The Worst Students. They Just Think They're Good Because They Could Pass.

I'll Tell You Why I Like Writing: It's Just Jumping Into A Pool. I Get Myself Into A Kind Of Trance. I Engage The World, But It's Also Wonderful To Just Escape. I Try To Find The Purities Out Of The Confusion. It's Pretty Old-fashioned, But It's Fun.