As Elmore Leonard Says, I

Miracles And Magic Pervade The Things That I've Written, But Yet There Are No Miracles And There Is No Magic.

What Was It Like...to Have Someone Who Knew You Would Always Return And Who Welcomed You With Open Arms?

Understand, I Had Absolutely No Interest In Writing; I Wanted To Be A Writer.

I Am Really An Introvert, And I Need That Time Alone For A Variety Of Reasons.

So Here I Am, Sending A Two-ounce Mouse Down Into A Dungeon With A Sewing Needle To Save A Human Princess, And I Don't Know How In The World He's Going To Do It. I Have No Idea. That Was The First Time It Occurred To Me That Writing The Story Was Roughly Equivalent To Despereaux's Descent Into The Dungeon. I Was Tremendously Aware Of That As I Was Writing. I Thought, "i Have To Be Brave Or Else I'm Not Going To Be Able To Tell It." But It's The Only Way That I Can Write. If I Know What's Going To Happen, I'm Not Interested In Telling The Story.