I Think People Just Love To Win.

I'm Not Sure What It Would Mean To Have "made It." Made What? Yes, I Can Make A Decent Living In Show Business, So If That's The Criteria, Then I've Made It. But That Doesn't Feel That Important To Me. The Stuff That Matters To Me Are The New Challenges. I Know That Sounds Hokey, But It's True.

My Process Is Surprisingly Straightforward. I Find Myself With Little To Do Over A Stretch Of Time And I Say, "i Should Write Children's Books Today." Then I Sit Down And Write A Children's Book, And If It Takes More Than, Realistically, Three Hours, I Feel Like I've Done Something Wrong.

So My Reaction To Hearing This Corny-ass, Horrible Song ["with Arms Wide Open" By Creed] Is Violent, Uncontrollable, Sustained Weeping.

If I Revise A Children's Book, If I'm Spending Three Hours On The First Draft, I'm Probably Spending 30 Minutes Revising It. I Mean, Come On! But To Redo A Painting? That's Hard Work.

You Can't Write A Children's Book That Takes More Than Five Or Six Minutes To Read, Because It Will Drive The Parents Batty. It Has To Be Compact. Nobody Thinks About The Parents When They Write These Stupid Books. I Could Write Longer Children's Books, But It Would Actually Be Bad If I Did.