Tag: dreams

  • September 10, 2019

    September 10, 2019

    Dear Kate DiCamillo, Sometimes I dream about pigs and I think I can turn the pig dreams into stories. Is that how it is for you? From Sophia P.S. I am 8. Dear Sofia, That is exactly how it is for me. I dream about characters and then I sit down and write a story.…

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  • April 18, 2019

    April 18, 2019

    Speaking of dreams, one of my all time favorite short stories (Stephanie Vaughn’s “Dog Heaven”) starts with this sentence: “Every so often that dead dog dreams me up again.” I can’t possibly do this story justice. You need to read it for yourself. Suffice it to say, that the first lines of the story, and…

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  • April 27, 2017

    April 27, 2017

    Why do I get up so early in the morning? This is a question that I ask myself often—usually when I’m standing in front of the coffee-maker, bleary-eyed and squinting into the grey light of dawn. I get up early so that I can write before I do anything else, before I can talk myself…

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  • September 1, 2015

    September 1, 2015

    I’ve gone down the Giant Slide at the Minnesota State Fair every year now for 20 years. I was thirty-one when I first climbed the steps to the top of the slide. I was working in a book warehouse. I hadn’t published anything, but I was getting up early every morning and writing before I…

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  • April 14, 2015

    April 14, 2015

    Some questions kids asked me in this week’s batch of letters: Do you live in a castle? Why did you make Edward have to wear a dress? When you dream, do you dream in color or black and white? How old are you? Can you write a book where Mercy Watson goes on vacation? What…

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  • February 19, 2015

    February 19, 2015

    I’ve been having the most complicated dreams lately. They have been byzantine and mysterious, but also luminous—so much so that I feel, sometimes, as if I am standing in a river of light. It’s impossible to capture the dreams—to write them down or retell them. But I feel their presence every time I sit down…

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