There's something uniquely exhilarating about puzzling together the truth at the hands of an unreliable narrator.
In my high-minded and naive way, I believed the only books worth reading were the classics.
I don't know if it's a failure of imagination on my part, but I'm not going to be writing about Paris in the 1800s. I feel like it would come off as just ludicrously uninformed, even if I did a lot of research.
I just feel like there's this illicit thrill in reading other people's mail and spying on their lives.
Much of the time in the writer's room is spent working on story, and I was always challenging myself to make it more interesting, tighter and more surprising: to come at it sideways in a way that the audience wasn't expecting.
My father was a screenwriter, and I kind of grew up in that world. I always had a mind for characters and dialogue, and my head was filled with that stuff, so it seemed like a good place to start.
