The kids who said they hated reading finished my book
Nobody told them books weren’t for them. They worked it out on their own.
What I cut, and why
There is a version of this book with three more pages of mountains in it.
This book exists because the people who love me decided it should
Money almost stopped me. Not the writing, not doubt — money.
Backyard wrestling, and the closest thing to a true story I’ve written
The next one is not fantasy. No mountains, no ancient evil, no stone.
Three national parks and one notebook
Mountains keep showing up in what I write. I don’t think that’s an accident.
