Not long ago at Drip on Main I drank a gallon of coffee and attempted to answer R. Mac Jones’s excellent questions. I sputtered gibberish, twitched, and dribbled latte foam, but R. Mac concealed his horror, redacted my rants on brain parasites and angelic speech, and miraculously managed to make me sound coherent in this Fiction Writers Review interview.
Not long ago at Drip on Main I drank a gallon of coffee and attempted to answer R. Mac Jones’s excellent questions. I sputtered gibberish, twitched, and dribbled latte foam, but R. Mac concealed his horror, redacted my rants on brain parasites and angelic speech, and miraculously managed to make me sound coherent in this Fiction Writers Review interview.
