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An author presents at Printers Row Lit Fest

Can you describe a random or unexpected experience you've had while promoting a book?

At a convention, I got into a long disagreement with someone that I was me. He was convinced that I should have been older and share certain attributes with one of my characters, so he assumed the person standing in front of him was pulling a prank by signing books under my name. Having to argue that you are you is a strange way to start your day.

What's your favorite font to write in?

Centaur MT.

Do you listen to music while you write? What music?

I will often start listening to music, then the album runs out, then I'm just sitting for hours with headphones on. So I guess I listen to muffle, if that's a genre of music. If I'm drawing I listen to podcasts.

How do you celebrate after you've finished a book?

The elation at finishing a book lasts for such an imperceptibly small time, I think I would have to differ to the scientists at CERN to measure it. But if there's egg nog around, I like egg nog.

Randall Horton

What do you think of when you think of Chicago?

I think about the gorgeous architecture, the geographical design of the city, the blocks, Lake Shore Drive and Harold's Chicken.

Who is an author you'd like to meet, dead or alive?

I would love to have met the poet Stephen Jonas who was from Boston. I think his collection "Exercises for Ear" is remarkable in terms of getting the most out of what language can do.

What's the worst question you've ever been asked in an interview?

How did you make it out of ghetto?

What's your guilty pleasure reading?

Once upon a time I would have said Clive Cussler.

Can you describe a random or unexpected experience you've had while promoting a book?

I did a reading at the American Jazz Museum in Kansas City, MO. After the reading a man bought a book from me and told me how much he appreciated my story of how I was able to come out of prison and become a writer. I signed the book and he placed the money in my palm. I didn't really look at the money as I began talking with someone. When I looked in my hand I had a hundred and twenty dollars. I went outside where the person exited the door, and when I opened the door and scanned left and right, the person was gone. The weirdest experience I've ever had.

What's your favorite font to write in?