When I was a kid, my mom and I watched old classic movies on TV.
The stories inspired me to create intricate scenes in my thoughts until my
story was finished. I remember being seven or eight and not getting enough
Over the years, I wrote romantic comedies.
Then, one day I woke up with a vision of a boy waking up in
front of his house; only a head on a mysterious metallic base. I thought…who
would like a crazy story about a boy who had his body stolen? I tried to ignore
it for a few months, but it kept haunting me. I had to write it. And when I
did, kids disappeared for hours reading it all the way through. And the kids I
met at school readings were so full of wonder, acceptance, and excitement.I was hooked on writing for kids.