I Have A Bachelor Of

The Words, "i Have A Dog Named Winn-dixie," Popped Into My Head In The Voice Of A Small Girl With A Southern Accent. I'd Been Writing Long Enough At That Point To Know Not To Ignore That Kind Of Red Flag. The Next Day, I Put Aside What I'd Been Working On, Started With That One Sentence, And Followed It All The Way To The End.

Nothing New Ever Happens In The Books. It's The Same Old Theme.

I Have A Bachelor Of Arts In English, Which Means I Had A Lot Of Formal Training In Reading.

It Is Always Just Telling A Story, Regardless Of The Age Of The Reader. Except, If I'm Writing Something For Kids, I Know There Has To Be Hope. I Don't Necessarily Feel That Responsibility For Adults, But I Emphatically Feel It For Children. That's The Only Difference. There's No Syntax Difference. There's No Semantics Difference. There's No Thematic Difference.

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.