I remember my father banging away on an IBM Selectric in the garage. He wrote his first novels on that machine. I remember its pebbly surface, its cold heft. It made its mark, literally and violently.
Aside from a brief stint as a writing tutor during graduate school, I have managed to avoid respectable employment all my adult life.
It's always been a struggle to differentiate myself, but I like my parents. I enjoy doing events with them, and I don't feel I should purposely avoid something just for the sake of being different.
Being a member of the Nintendo generation, I've got a really short attention span.
I think everyone assumes that I talk to my parents a lot about writing, but I didn't - they're my parents. We didn't have constant workshops running in my household.
Naturally, it was easier for me to envision becoming a novelist than it is for most people. I had two great in-house teachers; I had parents who considered a career in the arts a real possibility rather than a dreamy arrow shot into the sky.
All writers start out mimicking other writers. I've never relinquished that. I have a good ear for speech and writing patterns.
Five people read my work before its ready for publication, and I solicit opinions from all of them: my wife, my agent, my editor, and my parents.
I had some trepidation about working with someone else, especially a family member. You don't want work to affect your personal relationship.