I Work Full-time In A Used Bookstore.

I Was Visiting My Mother In Florida When The September 11, 2001 Attacks Happened. I Was Working On The Tale Of Despereaux At That Point. I Had Already Gone Into Writing It With A Great Deal Of Trepidation And Fear, And Then This God-awful Thing Happens And It Was Really Hard To Even Get Back Home To Minneapolis.

I Show Up And Try, But I May Have To Ask Myself If I Need To Wait And Let Myself Regenerate And Take A Break. I Know That This Thing That Makes The Stories Has To Be Treated Gently. So Sometimes I'll Just Stop And Let The Well Fill Up. With My Work, Sometimes I Hate Doing It, But I Love Having Done It. The Key Is To Keep Doing It.

What's My Weirdest Adventure? Yikes, There've Been So Very Many. Perhaps The Pig+vegetable+taiwanese-army-guys Boat Ride To The Island Off The Coast Of Taiwan Qualifies As The Weirdest. Or At Least The Most Seasick.

In A Dark Time, Doors Will Sometimes Magically Open And Let Us Step Inside To The Warmth And Light Of A Community.

Nobody Ever Learns Anything.