I was very, very shy when I was young and the world seemed so big and frightening. And yet, when I said, “the tiny bird peeped out from a hole in the eaves of a tall, tall house,” I was so powerful. I could put an image in someone’s head so that they could see things almost exactly the way I saw them. That was when it happened. That was how it happened. That was why it happened. I became a writer before I knew how to write. Language was as great a super power to me as flying or being invisible or having incredible strength.
Why did you want to be an author?