Why Visual Art Keeps Invading My Fiction

robotI rebelled by being conventional, by NOT going to art school. The product of three generations of visual artists, I studied Political Science, then moved from California to Washington, D.C. for internships. I wore ties. I went to press briefings.

Of course, this lead to a quarter-life crisis to which my mom said, “The problem is you’re an artist, and you’re going to have to figure out what to do about that.”
This statement rang true in the way that a lot of things your parents tell you when you’re a teenager begin to ring true in your mid-twenties. I earned a graduate degree in Creative Writing and began writing fiction seriously. I published stories. I breathed easier.


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