And now, I'm a best selling author, a different sort of fairy tale that I still sometimes wonder when I'll wake up from.

You need to understand your limitations so you can overcome them.

...the thrill of being surrounded by something wondrous and fantastical, only magnified and focused directly at her. The feel of his skin against hers reverberates across her entire body, though his fingers remain entwined in hers.

The boy spends most of his time reading. And writing, of course. He copies out sections of books, writes out words and symbols he does not understand at first but that become intimately familiar beneath his ink-stained fingers, formed again and again in increasingly steady lines.

The fact that people are already reading and loving something I wrote is still hard to believe.

To be rather than to seem.

I think that's a hallmark of a really good story that it has readers that it speaks to more than others.