I write to turn panic attacks into cosmonauts lost in space.

I write to transform a family of southern preachers, addicts, and outright criminals into zombies—so I can dismember them and take their parts worth saving with me.

I write to turn the ghosts in my head into a silly seance dance party.

I write to try and pinpoint the exact intersection between a joyous giggle, a haunted scream, and heartbreaking beauty.