Where did the idea for the story come from?
I haven’t a clue where Quincy’s story came from. I think story ideas float around the universe, sometimes landing in people’s heads. Quincy’s story landed in mine.
Do you play the piano?
I began piano lessons at the age of ten. I wanted, in the worst way, to be a concert pianist. Like Quincy, I lacked the support. I also lacked the talent. I endowed Quincy with my own wishes, although now I can’t even imagine living the life of a concert pianist. Too many hotels and late nights!
Is the story autobiographical in other ways?
Not really. I grew up in South Georgia in the same era as Quincy. Quincy’s parents weren’t mine. (With the exception that mine, like Quincy’s, didn’t support my interest in music.) I knew several people like Aunt Mildred, I’m sorry to say.
In what ways were you shaped as a writer by your family history?
I grew up in a small town with no girls my age to play with, so during my early years I spent a lot of time with books. At Christmas I wrote plays for our family Christmas Eve gathering and forced my cousins (I was the oldest, strongest, and clearly the most aggressive) to perform in my productions.
Racism issues appear in your book. Do you think there has been much progress in racial relations since 1956?
Some, but not nearly enough. In a distant time, all educated people will forget that skin color ever mattered.
What do you think of religious extremists?
I dislike anyone who tries to tell me what to think, which is what religious extremists do.
Why do you write?
Stories take root in my head. I have to write them down, otherwise they’d pester me to death. There are several pestering me right now.
Why did you wait so long to begin writing?
Writing is hard work, and I invented all sorts of excuses to keep from doing it: working, raising a family, laundry, traveling, chauffeuring kids, watching TV.
What do you do when you’re not writing?
Play tennis, read, play the piano, visit with friends, think of excuses not to write.