February Is Just Plain Malicious. It Knows

Still, I Kept Writing. I Had No Guarantee That I Would Someday Win Awards For Writing. Heavens, The Only Person During That Time Who Seemed To Think I Could Write Something Worth Publishing Was My Loyal Husband. But I Always Remembered The Professor From Graduate School Who Urged Me To Write And Who Recommended Me For That First Writing Assignment In 1964. When I Protested To Sara Little That I Didn't Want To Add Another Mediocre Writer To The World, She Gently Reminded Me That If I Didn't Dare Mediocrity, I Would Never Write Anything At All.

February Is Just Plain Malicious. It Knows Your Defenses Are Down.

It's Such A Thrill When An Adult Comes Up To Me And Says, 'i Read Your Book As A Child And Really Loved It.' That's A Tremendous Compliment.

A Great Novel Is A Kind Of Conversion Experience. We Come Away From It Changed.

Some Folks Are Natural Born Kickers. They Can Always Find A Way To Turn Disaster Into Butter.