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 — not 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 test 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.