I was living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere--not a lot of options in life at the time. I found an old magazine in the cabin, read it and decided to submit my own story. The magazine was so old that the editor had long since moved on but, fortunately, the new editor responded. Soon I received a letter from an agent named Bijou who told me to keep writing, "Don't worry about the logistics...." She would take care of that. Bijou was on her way to my cabin to discuss the future but never made it. Her car was hit by a train and she was killed. I keep Bijou's letter in my desk and I keepwriting. This is my fourth book.