I’d love to say Romeo and Juliette, Humbert Humbert and Lolita, Ron and Hermione, Scott Pilgrim and Ramona Flowers, Harry Dresden and Karrin Murphy, Eddie and Susannah Dean, Troy and Abed, or any of the countless breathtaking relationships I’ve wished I could experience.
Is a hero someone who is always does good? Or someone who tries to do good? In working on my two current projects, I’ve been giving this question a lot of thought, and I wanted to run my current thinking by you.
I’ve gotten a lot of questions about why, as a white author, I chose to make the two main characters in my debut novel black. Its a question with a hundred answers, but I’d like to focus on two answers in particular.
Last year, some writer friends and I ran a Mastermind group with the idea of helping each other to reach our goals. It was a huge success. And though much of that success is due to meeting weekly to seek advice from our fellow creative entrepreneurs, most of our success was due to setting smart, actionable, measurable goals at the beginning of the year.
I love traveling. I love to watch people in other cities for how their behaviors differ from the places I know best. You can learn a lot from just being somewhere else. How do they view themselves? How do they view other cultures?
In so many parallel worlds, I’m a composer rather than a writer. There was a point in my mid-twenties where I could have gone either way, but I knew that neither of my arts could live while the other survived. So I looked at my possible futures and thought about how I could offer the world the most good.
This answer was first posted on Goodreads. I updated it a bit.
It’s been such a rush to receive feedback on my work from strangers living in Spain, South Africa, Australia, and Peru since Underworld‘s release last month. But I just received Underworld in print, and all of the feelings of the last thirty days hit me all over again, all at once.
Great question, but I don’t know if I could nail it down to just one! Let’s see what we have here…
I was born in Queens, New York, but my mother moved us to Brooklyn by the time I’d reached six months old. My very earliest memories are from an apartment we had on 16th Avenue in Bensonhurst.
In my fourth year, we moved to live permanently in our Pennsylvanian summer house, though we only lived there for about a year before moving back to Brooklyn by way of my great aunt’s house in Queens.