May God strike me down with a hammer on the head before I write a book with a teach-y goal!
I am really an introvert, and I need that time alone for a variety of reasons.
If I am just home and writing, I become very strange.
I love words; I love the way they sound. Once I've worked on everything else, the last drafts of my books come down to how they sound.
Writing is seeing. It is paying attention.
I didn't know at the time I was writing Because of Winn-Dixie where the story came from, but in retrospect I can see that it was a response to a terribly harsh winter here in Minnesota.