All my life, I’ve been in love with stories.

The first book I ever remember reading — the book that made me want to be a writer — was Charlotte’s Web.  I still go back to it every couple of years.  E.B. White is one of my heroes because he tried so hard to make the animal characters authentic.  Wilbur feels like a real pig and Charlotte — no matter how much we love her — is still a cold-blooded predator.  The only place where White failed was with Templeton, who is a pretty poor and stereotyped representation of a mouse.  Even as great a writer as White had his blind spots.

I often tell people that my roots, as a writer, are sunk deep in mediums like comic books and soap operas.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve read the classics.  I consider Moby Dick almost a sacred text and was way too influenced by William Faulkner in my youth.  But when it comes time to choose a faith, I believe in Pop Culture.  I consider myself a descendant of the great Pulp Writers, like Lester Dent, Edgar Rice Burroughs, and Dashiell Hammett.