Well, I'd love to share with you something about my life. I was a director of labor relations for a big company ten years ago. And I should have been happy. I had everything that I thought I wanted. But going into work every day took away a bit of myself until finally I stopped and said, "Where is that lively college girl who used to read tens of books and do fun things? Where is she?" I knew I had to look for her. Then one day, walking through a children's bookstore, it hit me. I loved these books, the richness of the pictures, and the power of these words. I gathered an armful of books and said, "This is what I want to do." And since then, I have treated writing like a full time job. I wrote over 20 stories in the next year. And most of them got sent back with letters saying they were not good enough. But I didn't give up. I think it's because of that love that I have been able not to just write one book but nine books in the last ten years. When I worked in the company, I worked sixty-hour weeks because I had to. Now I work sixty-hour weeks because I love it. If I haven't made that choice to take a chance to do something that really spoke to me, I don't think I could have lived with myself.