When personal computers were brand new, in the late 1970s, a friend showed me exponential progression on his computer screen.
“Look at this!” he said.
I was awestruck...
Two nights ago, sitting by the open window in the quiet country woods, late July, I heard a bird sing—chirp! Chirrup! Chirrup!
I listened and heard it again. Then it must have moved on.
Startling to hear a bird at night—full dark...
When I write, I really do want it to come from deep within me. Once the writing is on the page, I look at it. Then I ask, who is this for? What’s the voice? I assess where I want to coax the piece.
So when writing began to come to me with older picture book voices, I was surprised, and I went with it...