|It happened four years ago.
I was on the bus, riding home from a mathletes tournament, when a girl’s voice popped into my head. In dim light, I wrote out the first line or two that I heard – then decided, because it was dark, to discover the rest another day.
And so, over the next weeks and months, I continued listening to that voice, writing out her story.
|The more I wrote, the more ideas would come to me – but they wouldn’t all fit in one story. I began collecting them together, to keep them safe. Many ideas have come in four years, but I’m not letting any go.
My collection of ideas is affectionately known as The Binder of Doom.