Hey Boots! Thank you so much for asking! I get all nostalgic about the folks who’ve been with me since my livejournal days.
F: I think Jane Eyre is probably my favorite book, as well as Paradise Lost, The Scarlet Letter, and The Book of Mormon. I also have a soft spot for local histories, I’ve never really been into nonfiction, but local histories and mugbooks are so charming and sweet. You can tell what they care about. I have a lot of favorite Books, I could go on probably, but I’ll spare us all. I love Vivian Vande Velde, Terry Pratchett, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Poe, and Stephen King.
J: Well, it means I get to eat and pay my bills, which I like to do. This is also an awkward sort of question to ask without falling into the pretentious oft heard, sort of ‘well what does my left arm mean to me’ sort of answer that feels too often given. It is an emotional and creative necessity, as well as a strain and a hardship, a struggle. Some days I dread writing because I’m so drained and sometimes I’m up at four trying to get stuff written before anyone needs me. So I guess writing is like marriage to me? A source of great joy, comfort, and belonging, and a source of struggle, work, and genuine sacrifice.
Y: The perfect prose is almost an organic animal that can have its parts defined but each is so connected to the other it can’t be pulled or broken part. It allows an initial superficial reading and a deeper analysis if the reader wants to put the work in. Ideally its both a glass of cool water and a meal. Doesn’t have to be a heavy meal, just something to chew on. My prose tends to be a bit baroque. Its got bits and pieces and crannies and everything is just piled on top of everything else. I tend to make it clear that an idea is the important thing in the scene/story/series, but there’s density to the story curlicuing all over the place. As a result I tend to show too much and tell too little, but I’m try to get better.















