I didn't read at all until I was 12. I just couldn't. It was too frustrating.

When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.

I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we'd have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads.

I've always wanted to have a book published - it was a dream of mine, but the thought of actually writing a book made me feel really sick.

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff.

I think what my father appreciated was the science experiment of life. He had these kids, and they had their own experiences. He wanted us to discover the world for ourselves.

I would ask my parents something, but then go to my siblings. We were encouraged to bounce ideas off everyone.