Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

I don't always write in order, so composing multi-book stories could get complicated.

This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.

It is perhaps both a blessing and a curse that fictional worlds spring into my mind nearly fully formed and it takes quite a while to sift through everything to find the story.

We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.

I like that "once upon a time" quality, where the telling of a tale has an elevated sense of story. There's a whimsical quality to it. Sometimes in fairy tales more things seem possible, even though often they're real world based.

And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.