I didn’t tell him the deer bones were a substitute for human bones, or that I wanted to know if a man could be cooked in a smokeless, homemade oven in the backyard. Here, in certain circles, you don’t tell people you make up stories for a living. There’s no practicality, nothing to grasp with your bare hands. I’m surprised when people are impressed. It’s because they think there is money in it, and nothing will convince them otherwise.
Jamie Kornegay offers amazing insight to his approach to fiction writing in an essay over at Lit Hub.
