Back when I was in college, I was reading a story to my two-year-old cousin when he pointed at an illustration of the northern lights and asked me (in a voice that still wasn’t clearly pronouncing words yet): “Is that the Aurora Borealis?” The fact that such a young mind had retained such an advanced piece of information blew me away, and affirmed forever my faith in the power of books. That was the day I knew I wanted to become an author for kids.
I wrote my first book as a senior project, spent ten years tinkering with and pitching it, and finally put it aside after I realized it wasn’t actually very good at all. These days, I would never let anyone read it (though, if asked, I MIGHT let them look at some of the lyrics for the musical adaptation I wrote*).
When not working on my next book, I spend my time writing business-y words for companies, spending time with my wife and two kids, or collecting t-shirts from unusual or lesser-known sports teams.
*Yes, I really did that.