If I had to pick one book—from my early reading—the one that most influenced the way I think about books and the writing of books, it would be Treasure Island, written by Robert Louis Stevenson.
I have long believed stories — narratives — are one of the basic forms of communication. Narratives are one of the ways we make sense of the world.
I flew to Phoenix to accept an award, then flew to Denver to visit schools. I also agreed to make a bookstore appearance. It changed my life.
After a month or so of dithering — trying out this notion, that notion — I’ve committed myself to the book I intend to write next. Indeed, I’ve already rewritten it twenty times.
I’ve tried to recall if my reading was ever censored when I was a kid.
I have a fondness for old books, for the details they enable me to provide in my own books.
Grammarly instructed me that my primary writing problem is commas. That, I believe.
When I was a kid, living in Brooklyn, NY, a Friday visit to the local public library was part of our family routine.
Yesterday, when I pulled into the parking lot of Denver’s Park Hill Elementary School, I was immediately greeted by the clucking of chickens.
Never forgotten: Have you had such a moment, such a teacher, such a book? I invite you to share it with us. Leave your comment here or on the blog.