I write and photograph from lovely New Orleans, a city where the inspired feel sultry and the rest just feel sweaty.
The sheer fun of it is what keeps me writing. And of course, the characters still introduce themselves to me. I’m sort of an optimistic cynic. I always hope that people are going to do the right thing, but I’m not surprised or even disappointed really if they don’t. I find human foibles, including my own, endlessly entertaining.
I’m still learning how to write. I have this idea, almost a Platonic ideal, of myself as a writer that I will never attain. I wouldn’t want to reach it because I hope that my stories will always be improving, almost in a state of becoming. I don’t compare myself to other writers. I try not to think in terms of better or worse, but rather in different perspectives. As a writer, I compete with myself, much like a track runner trying to beat his or her own time.
I’m a great admirer of the short form. The first short story collections I read were those of Guy de Maupassant. Flannery O’Connor’s work has certainly affected me as have J.D. Salinger’s shorts, and P.G. Wodehouse. Recently, I told someone that I wear my love of Raymond Carver on my sleeve like an old worn-out torch singer.
Kristin, Thank you so much for commenting on my story "The Birds." I see you have a book out that I can get on Amazon. I will have to check it out.