My writing process is a little weird. I get into these moods of depression, anxiety, and a craving for soft pretzels that will never be appeased, and the only way out is to write. Allison's Pledge was the first time I shared my frantic writing with anyone, then came Woodcrest which was a failure because honestly, I was just trying to ride the wake of Allison's Pledge. Guess the popularity was kind of a rush but in the end, most people didn't like it. So here we are in another depressive funk, a binge drinking episode, and The Interview at the center of it. When I write like this, the story consumes my entire being, and when I sit down to write, I end up actually BEING in the story rather than just writing it. As I write, I see the story unfolding through the eyes of the character, and I pretty much put my life on hold until it's finished. I've written the Interview on my home computer, my laptop, my phone, on the computer at work, I've pretty much been obsessed with it as I wander around in my alcohol fueled rage. Historically when I get into these moods, the story has to end for me to climb back out and resume normal life, and thank fuck we're getting close to the end. I just want to say thanks to everyone who stuck with me, except for you. You know who you are. You 're all amazing and smell like my favorite brand of pickle.