Anything That Gets Children Reading Is Fine.

But Try As I Might, I Never Got To Eat Any Of Her Pastries, And Do You Know, She Never Even Offered Me One.

There's A Mouse In Here With Me. He's Sitting There In The Light Of The Lamp, Looking Up At Me. He Seems As Surprised To See Me As I Am To See Him. There He Goes. I Can Hear Him Still, Scurrying About Somewhere Under The Hayrick. I Think He's Gone Now. I Hope He Comes Back. I Miss Him Already.

I Write Fiction. I Make Things Up, It's What I Do.

Admitting Failure Is Quite Cleansing, But Never - Pleasurable.

I Don't Consciously Try To Take My Readers On A Journey As I Don't Really Think About My Readers When I'm Writing. I Just Try To Write What I Feel Passionately About, To Tell A Story Down Onto The Page.