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I remember a time when I was nine years old, thinking, "Man. I love to read. Is there a job where you could just read books?"
Well, yes, there is. It's called a book critic. But I didn't have a clue what a book critic was, so I decided the next closest thing would be to simply write the books instead. As if it that was ever going to be simple. When I look back and read all of my early pieces of writing now, it's pretty painful. Most of them are bad - really bad. But I don't regret them, and I won't delete them. They got me to where I am today, one plothole at a time. All of these projects stemmed from the early want to cram as much information into my tiny brain as possible. I wanted to know things—I wanted to know everything there was to know! I wanted to build crazy pillow forts and hang things from the ceiling and create a lifesize chutes-and-ladders game out of chalk on the driveway (complete with spinner!). All just because. (Ask my parents, and they will tell you that these "projects" usually consisted of entire balls of yarn strung around my room for no apparent reason.) All of that eventually spiraled into a passion for storytelling. I wanted to create things that inspired people. I wanted to change the world. The Time Warden is technically a story about time travel magic - but it's also a story about having confidence, accepting yourself, and believing that what people say does not limit who you are or what you're capable of. All of us can find ourselves in this story—and every story. That's why I love them so much. |