Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.

I could not do what I do if I were not obsessive compulsive to a certain extent. I don't act clinically OCD. I'm not going to check things so many times I have to take drugs for it. But the kind of complicated and painstaking work I have to do to make my drawings, it just kind of harnesses that compulsive energy in a constructive way.

Partly I resented being perceived as weak because I was a girl.

Basically, my work is play. It never actually feels that way - I'm always aiming to attain that state. But I get to do for a living what I did as a child for fun, and that's pretty cool.

What would happen if we spoke the truth?

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief

I just have this sort of entrepreneurial spirit and I work really hard at promoting myself.