I was reluctant to talk about my kids on the blog. I kept telling myself, "People aren't coming here for stories about your kids. They want to hear about the upcoming books, writing advice, conventions..."

Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness. That is why owls make poor heroes.

All explicit knowledge is translated knowledge, and all translation is imperfect.

We try to spread the word about the charity by doing fun little stunts to catch people's attention. Like when Hank Green did a music video for us.

Sometimes when I get up after writing, I'm surprised at how my body feels. Suddenly I'm not a lanky, hungry young boy any more. It's no fun putting on ten years and fifty pounds all of a sudden. Other times, I get up and I'm pleasantly surprised that I'm not a weary innkeeper, hopeless, with bones that feel like they're made of lead. I really sink into the characters that I write.

You want to publish with a publisher because a publisher knows how to publish a book. And you don't. You really don't.

But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare and pure and perfect.