By: Damian Serbu
I often think of the best answer to a reader’s question long
after they ask it. As in, I do an appearance and reading, take questions from
the audience and answer them, and then slap myself on the forehead on the way
home or that night in bed when the more precise or eloquent response pops into
my head.
When asked a deep and interesting question, I usually just
look at people as bewildering thoughts run through my head, from something
quite profound that gets frighteningly philosophical, to something more akin to
what actually comes out of my mouth: “Interesting question. I suppose it’s
different for each novel.” And then I run for the hills!
