Sometimes people ask why I don't post more often. Other times they ask why I post at all.
The answer to the first question is that I only post when I have something to say. And writing takes time. Each word is carefully considered. In my mind, each post is a small piece of literature, representative of me.
The answer to the second question is simple: I'm a writer. I write.
Last week, this bookish life came full circle when I met the writer of the one book I've carried from elementary school into my thirties. I told him how much I'd cherished it. He signed it. And having, for the first time, just experienced an author speak to a room full of children instead of a room full of writers, I left remembering why I pursued a degree in children's literature in the first place.
So this 80th post is dedicated to you, Louis Sachar. Thanks for writing so many great stories. And it's dedicated to you, reader. Thanks for spending a moment of your life with me.