I worked at a Books-a-Million in Louisville for several years.

When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.

Me? Robin Goodfellow, a family man? He, not likely, ice-boy. I mean, think of what that would do to my reputation. Glamour shimmered around him, and he gave us a wink. Later, lovebirds. Gimme a heads up when the kid arrives. 'Uncle Puck' will be waiting.

Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?

As cities grow and technology takes over the world, belief and imagination fade away, and so do we.

I know what it’s like to miss someone. To feel like you’re just…wandering around, lost.

My, aren't we bossy today. Give a girl an army and it goes straight to her head.