So Tina Mailhot-Roberge asked me about my creative process. "How do you come up with ideas for books? Do they come up naturally, from beginning to end, assembled in your mind? Or do you need to brainstorm a while before a story forms? What's your creative process?" 

Well, let's see. I strip naked and climb on my neighbor's roof and, flinging my post-babies boobs (they look more like shaved rabbit ears), swear at the sky both in Russian and English until either a bird craps on me and makes me shut up, or lightning strikes me and I go up in in flames, or an idea falls out of a cloud on my head in the shape of a brick and I end up writing from hell. You know, dead, but still writing. Really, this is my creative process. Okay, I forgot to say I drink hedgehog blood every morning. And at night I sleep in a sock drawer. Socks keep my skull warm, because there is no brain there, as you can see from all this nonsense I just wrote and you read. Why you're reading this, I have no idea.