Everything, As You Well Know . .

My Goal Is Two Pages A Day, Five Days A Week. I Never Want To Write, But I'm Always Glad That I Have Done It. After I Write, I Go To Work At The Bookstore.

I Have Done Quite A Few Signings At Bookstores, Libraries And Conferences. I Have Received Phone Calls And Letters From People Who Liked The Book.

Despereaux Marveled At His Own Bravery. He Admired His Own Defiance. And Then, Reader, He Fainted.

He Was Weeping. Although 'weeping' Really Is To Small A Word For The Activity The Kind Had Undertaken. Tears Were Cascading From His Eyes. A Small Puddle Had Formed At His Feet. I Am Not Exaggerating. The King, It Seemed, Was Intent On Crying Himself A River.

I Think That That's Part Of How People Have Responded To The Tiger Rising. It's What I Call My Dark Child. It's Gotten Sandwiched In Between Two Overachieving, Tap-dance-performing Kids - Winn-dixie And Despereaux.