He doesn’t know the answer to the question, who does he write like. He enjoys southern gothic. His favorites are Steinbeck, McCarthy, Twain, and Waits. He knows he doesn’t sound like them. He doesn’t try to be them. He just tries to write things of his own that give him the same amount of gratitude he finds in reading his favorites. He has no idols. He wishes he were better at describing his vacations.