And It Was Lonely, To Yearn, All

The Community Of The Giver Had Achieved At Such Great Price. A Community Without Danger Or Pain. But Also, A Community Without Music, Color Or Art. And Books.

Making Lists Of Reasons Was Sometimes A Good Way To Figure Things Out.

There Will Always Be A Place For Bunnies To Talk In Rhyme, But That's Not What I Do.

So Actually, There Could Be Parents-of-the-parents-of-the-parents-of-the Parents?

When I Create Characters, I Create A World To Inhabit And They Begin To Feel Very Real For Me. I Don't Belong In A Psych Ward, I Don't Think, But They Become Very Real, Like My Own Family, And Then I Have To Say Goodbye, Close The Door, And Work On Other Things.