Birth is a dream, spontaneous and innate. Death, on the other hand, is a slow, false, divine calamity. It is like love..

I was thinking what I usually think about when I write: what the next word should be, whether my character should be an emu farmer or a wallaby farme….

I'm hyper-aware of my last name and it's lack of Derby or Horowtiz-esque sonorousness. Moffett sounds like a type of couch cushion. I guess I'm hopin….

Your field report might be the reason someone detoured six blocks, say, on their way to the chiropractor..

I'm pretending to be a vegetarian. Were I not, I believe I probably still wouldn't eat a wallaby..

I'm a total ignoramus about the technical aspects but I have to say that it's awfully purty now..