Carlson loves to write about the perpetual chase. About outrunning and outwitting the demons, always closing the gap and ready to strike. She loves to hide her characters in gnarly trees and plunk them into hostile mazes. She remains obsessed with the transformative journey of survivors—lost in the woods or lost to addictions.
Lately, her stories prefer to be on the run, teetering on the knife-edge of suspense. That doesn't mean she hasn't written about impossible romance or blistering serendipity—or tributes to rock stars.
Stories are portals, after all.