I see life as increasingly complex, vivid, colorful, crazy, chaotic. That's the world I write about... the world I live in.

I write what I see; I paint what I am.

I try and write honestly about what I see around me now.

Readers tell me that my novels are filled with significant mothers. Do I realize this? Do I do it on purpose? The truth is, I don't. I think of myself as a writer of family stories. I write more often than not from a male point of view, and I usually begin by focusing on siblings, spouses, even fathers, before I think about the mothers.

Looking back, I see that I write books about brothers and sisters, about what makes up a family, what works and what is nurturing.

I write, having seen what's happening already in my head. I see it as a movie, and I'm just writing down what's happening in front of me.