When did you first feel like a writer?
Soon after my sister was born, my mother gave me a notebook. I was three years old, the age where everything is a question; the world is marvelous, strange, and frightening (this may still be why I write). I had not yet learned to write words, but I still filled the pages of my notebook with scratches and shapes and the few letters I knew—the letters in my name and my sister’s name.
What is your philosophy about teaching a writing class?
In my experience, the best teachers recognize opportunities for concrete instruction and may even share examples from their own processes, but they are equally good listeners. They are as generous with their questions as they are with their answers. My job is to facilitate a dialogue that we can all learn from. There is no podium in workshop.
If you could meet any fictional character, who would it be and why?
The white rabbit. Without the white rabbit there is no story.