I feel like a very lucky person. From the time I was young, I had a dream of becoming a writer. Now that dream has come true, and I am able to make my living doing something I really love.
Like most people, I was not able to start selling my stories right away. So I had many other jobs along the way to becoming a writer, including toy maker, gravedigger, cookware salesman, and assembly line worker. Eventually, I became an elementary teacher and worked with second and fourth graders.
I grew up around the corner from my grandparents' dairy farm, which was three miles outside of a small town called Phoenix.
I know what I'm going to write for the next three years. It's frustrating, because if I get a good new idea, I have to put it aside.
I loved teaching. I used to teach fourth grade.