Pretty sure my ups and downs are on the verge of being bi-polar, but things might be better if I had my shoulder blades grow back into wings... Or if I became Busta Rhymes.
Anything and everything. Salman Rushdie talks about the magic of everyday life. So does David Almond. Both of which I heartily agree. It can be the song I'm listening to, something a friend says to me, the way my wife asks me to take out the trash, the way a bird looks when it runs, or my obsession with robots and angels. I write because, like most, I can't see myself doing anything else.
David Almond (all, though SECRET HEART is the best); Chuck Palahniuk (CHOKE, RANT runs a close second); Dr. Seuss (THERE'S A WOCKET IN MY POCKET); Haruki Murakami (HARD BOILED WONDERLAND AND THE END OF THE WORLD); Lois Lowry (THE GIVER); Kate Dicamillo (THE TALE OF DESPEREUX); Marcus Zusak (I AM THE MESSENGER); Junot Diaz (THE BRIEF WONDROUS LIFE OF OSCAR WAO); William Trevor (A BIT ON THE SIDE); Walter Moers (THE 13 1/2 LIVES OF CAPTAIN BLUEBEAR); Neil Gaiman (CORALINE); and too many others to note.
No one has written on Chris Smith's wall.
No one has written on Chris Smith's wall.