Once I decided to write, to be published, I knew it would happen.
Because I’ve lived in one room my entire life, working at the same table that you use to pay bills at and eat at. It’s going to be nice to have actual space.
I’m always prepared for the worst. I was prepared to have the book come out, sell seven copies, and have to keep working in advertising, so it was just great that it was received so well and by such a huge audience.
My only ritual is to just sit down and write, write every day.
Before I’m a writer, I’m definitely a reader and when I read memoir, I really want it to be true.
But my favorite band is Curbside Life, out of Chicago.
But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist’s chair.
Marriage is overdone. As long as there are people, people are going to find it interesting.
I’ve just finished my next collection, Possible Side Effects, and I’m now working on a collection of holiday stories as well as a memoir about my relationship with my father.
There’s never a false note in a Berg novel.
And I tend to listen to NPR when I’m not writing.
I never listen to music when I write.
I was in advertising for years. That was cushy, you know? It’s pretty cushy in a lot of ways, but I hated it.
Reading takes solitude and it takes focus.
With my own memoirs, they are truthful, and I write everything fully expecting to some day end up televised on Court TV, and I’m fully prepared to be challenged legally on it.