And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister's story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.

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

Trespassers Will Be Exsanguinated.

The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.

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.

I cannot let a place that is so important to so many people fade away. Something that is wonder and comfort and mystery all together that they have nowhere else. If you had that, wouldn't you want to keep it?

I don't think there's anything wrong being a dreamer.