I write about death a lot. Always have. About terminal illness and celestial apocalypse and women killed for the amusement of men. Murderous cults and a family line of women who see people’s deaths when they touch them.

I grew up in Gulfport, Florida, about thirty miles from Tarpon Springs, where in the early 1900s Greek sponge divers plied their trade after an extensive bed of natural sponges was discovered.