I Need To Write, And I Can't

I Love Adventurous Travel. I Also Love Pancakes, And Making Pancakes For Other People. You Would Definitely Find Me In The Airy Treetop As Opposed To Below Ground.

On The Return Flight From My Mother In Florida , I Sat Next To A Businessman Who Asked Me What I Did For A Living. I Said, "i Write," And It Seemed Totally Ridiculous In The Face Of What Had Just Happened. I Mean, I Couldn't Think Of Anything More Pointless Than Telling Stories. He Asked, "what Do You Write?" I Said, "i Write Children Books."

Rats Have A Sense Of Humor. Rats, In Fact Think The World Is Very Funny. And They Are Right, Dear Reader. They Are Right.

Stories Are Light. Light Is Precious In A World So Dark.

When It Is My Editor Telling Me How To Rewrite A Story, I Listen And Do What She Asks Because I Have Learned That I Get A Better Book In The End. I Can't Say I'm Happy When I Read That Editorial Letter. It Is Always A Little Painful And Scary. But I Have Learned That - Bit By Bit - I Can Make The Changes And Do The Work.