I think that whenever a book is not a challenge, I'm telling the wrong story.

I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.

I focus on the elements of a movie that are meant to invisibly affect me as a viewer. The edges. As an author, Im aware of how the subconscious things can pluck at a readers emotions, and I love it when filmmakers do the same.

Reality's what other people dream for you.

The big thing in my family growing up is that everybody had to play a musical instrument. We were like the von Trapps.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

..and me holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands