As a writer, I often pick and choose from little fragments of my life and insert them into a story. I think it’s something all creators do, really. Firstly, because real life is such a grand mixture of beauty and chaos that it’s the perfect outlet for inspiration. And secondly, because we can’t help ourselves.…
It’s a bit more complicated than simply being frustrated by an interruption. So many times in my life, this has happened to me: I’m in bed, or on the couch, or in my comfy chair, or lying in a sunbeam; my reading glasses are on, and I have a book open in my lap. And,…
More than just an old favorite: an old friend. This book was in my backpack during my first week of high school, and it has spent many a night under my pillow so it could “whisper its story” to me as I slept. The perfect story for anyone who has ever drawn comfort from a book.
