I Wanted To Write Honest Books For

The Creative Process; I Enjoy Thinking Up The Stories And Situations For My Books.

I Know Where "blubber" Came From. It Came From Stories That My Daughter Told Me When She Came Home From Fifth Grade. There Was A Kid In The Class Who Was Being Bullied. We Didn't Even Call It Bullying Then, That's What's So Weird. Victimization In The Classroom. The Word Bully Was So Out, Was So Not In Use For All Those Years And Now It's Back Big Time.

Sometimes I Can't Read My Own Handwriting. That's A Problem!

The Parent Reads The Book. The Kid Reads The Book And Then They Can Talk About The Characters Instead Of Talking About Themselves. You Know There's A Connection Even If You Don't Talk About It When You Read The Same Books.

I Made Promises To You That I'm Not Sure I Can Keep. None Of It Has Anything To Do With You. It's Just That I Don't Know What To Do Now. You Must Be Thinking What A Rotten Person I Am. Well, Believe Me, I'm Thinking The Same Thing. I Don't Know How This Happened Or Why. Maybe I Can Get Over It. Do You Think You Can Wait - Because I Don't Want You To Stop Loving Me. I Keep Remembering Us And How It Was. I Don't Want To Hurt You ... Not Ever.