โThereโs my baby!โ I cried, quite carried away. โThereโs my Poochiekins!โ Ammit ran at me and leaped into my arms, nuzzling me with his rough snout. โMy lord Osiris!โ Disturber lost the bottom of his scroll again, which unraveled around his legs. โThis is an outrage!โ โSadie,โ Dad said firmly, โplease do not refer to the Devourer of Souls as Poochiekins.โ
Rick RiordanI tell aspiring writers that you have to find what you must write. When you find it, you will know, because the subject matter wonโt let you go. Itโs not enough to write simply because you think it would be neat to be published. You have to be compelled to write. If youโre not, nothing else that you do matters.
Rick Riordan