Since I was a toddler, I had always wanted to be an actor.

It was fun being other people and things, regardless of who watched; as I grew a bit older, I had thought that the characters I pretended to be were far more interesting than who I was. Even now, at 30, I feel that I’m preparing a few roles simultaneously for a production that will never happen. …more

I smoke tinderbox Chartwell aromatic tobacco in my Savinelli pipe; and when I read  a Cormac McCarthy novel, it usually dangles from my mouth longer than it needs to be, and I refill it more than I should.

By the end of a reading session, I’m coughing and gagging like a character in his stories( lets call it “method reading”). …more

Read between Faulkner’s Collected Short Stories and the wonderful Martin Millar’s Lonely Werewolf Girl, it was time for prose that slapped me in the face and welcomed me with a beer. …more