When I was a senior in High School I got wind of a rumour that I'd actually been brain-damaged at birth and had to go to a "special school", but then someone gave me some medicine that made me smart, so now I was in a mainstream class. I managed to trace the rumour back to me telling someone that I'd gone to Steiner School when I was little, and when asked what that was, I lazily said it was "a special school."
That's an interesting coincidence but I don't think that's the true inspiration for this book. What is the true influence? A million experiences; of my own and others, and a dream of a girl who lived at a crossroads and could see ghosts.
When I'm not writing (which is an awful lot of time) I am looking after my pets, struggling with housework, keeping in touch with friends and teaching English as a second language to a very diverse group of people. If I had more time, I'd exercise more and learn to play the banjo.