When You Are A King, You May

Alison [mcghee] And I Have Known Each Other Since The Summer Of 2001. One Evening We Were Sitting Around Talking About How We Wished We Had A Good Story To Work On. Alison Said: Why Don't We Work On A Story Together? I Said: A Story About What? And Alison Said: A Story About A Short Girl And A Tall Girl.

I Think I'm Succinct To The Point Of Trying To Write The Two-word Novel. Editing My Work Almost Never Means Taking Anything Out But Rather Adding, Because I'm Always Stripping Down. I Tend To Under-write Rather Than Over-write.

The Shapes Arranged Themselves Into Words, And The Words Spelled Out A Delicious And Wonderful Phrase: Once Upon A Time.

I Think That That's Part Of How People Have Responded To The Tiger Rising. It's What I Call My Dark Child. It's Gotten Sandwiched In Between Two Overachieving, Tap-dance-performing Kids - Winn-dixie And Despereaux.

The Story Is Not A Pretty One. There Is Violence In It. And Cruelty. But Stories That Are Not Pretty Have A Certain Value, Too, I Suppose. Everything, As You Well Know (having Lived In This World Long Enough To Have Figured Out A Thing Or Two For Yourself), Cannont Always Be Sweetness And Light.