did I get this lucky? I spend my days writing for kids! Does it get
any better than that? (Only if you add a palm-fringed beach or the
British Museum . . . and once in a while, I do.)
The art on the right (by the wonderful Bill Slavin) shows me with
some of my characters. Note please that no one is paying the slightest
attention to me. Well, that's how it is for a writer. You make up
characters, and then they develop lives of their own. They surprise
you. They amuse you. They become your imaginary friends.
I hope they'll become your imaginary friends, too.