I write for what's left of the eight-year-old still rattling around inside my head

I pore over every word on the cereal box at breakfast, often more than once. You can ask me anything about shredded wheat.

The Polar Express began with the idea of a train standing alone in the woods. I asked myself, What if a boy gets on that train? Where does he go?

There was a great deal of peer recognition to be gained in elementary school by being able to draw well. One girl could draw horses so well, she was looked upon as a kind of sorceress.

The idea of the extraordinary happening in the context of the ordinary is what's fascinating to me

I write for what's left of the eight-year-old still rattling around inside my head

Following my muse has worked out pretty well so far. I can't see any reason to change the formula now.