My past forests have been pathetic. In 2015 when we lived in Utah, I wanted a real forest even though we lived in a desert. I was in the middle of writing this series and it seemed wrong that I didn’t have a real Forest at the Edge of my yard. So we created one that summer … Continue reading The Forest at the Edge of My Yard (or, whatever you’re asked to sacrifice will eventually be no sacrifice at all)
Over the years I’ve been told by critics that: I wrote my books “wrong” (whatever that means); That that my series wouldn’t be “successful” (by whose standards?) because it wasn’t like other people’s books series; That if I really wanted to be popular (why would I want that much attention?!) I needed to change x, … Continue reading Yes, I know I’m writing these books wrong, but I don’t care. (plus a sneak peek to Book 8)
Failure comes in many shapes and forms. Like this, for instance: Horrifying, right? Last Christmas I tried to make stuffed Chewbaccas for my family. In the past I’ve successfully made Totoros and Tribbles and Adipose, but last year? Not only once, but twice I failed to make anything not terrifying. (Seriously, my four-year-old took … Continue reading Does this look like failure to you?
Last year we were dragging ourselves out of a financial mess. After many months of being severely underemployed, our situation was slowing improving with new jobs. But we didn’t yet have any funds for Christmas. I wondered if I could generate a few dollars to provide Christmas for our family of eleven—nine children, plus an … Continue reading Thanks, Etsy shoppers, for my inability to sleep!