Tag: wrote
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July 23, 2019
I wrote Because of Winn-Dixie more than twenty years ago, during a very hard winter in Minnesota. I was homesick for Florida (where I grew up) and I was without a dog (for the first time in my life), and so I wrote a book that took me home in the company of the best…
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January 2, 2019
I received a letter last week from a seven-year old boy who said he loves “Mercy Watson and Eugenia and all those other people” from Deckawoo Drive. And then he said, “Where is Deckawoo Drive exactly? I want to live there.” Something about this question just broke my heart. I wrote the boy back and…
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September 13, 2018
I did an interview not that long ago which started with the interviewer saying, “You’re such a prolific writer.” I said, “Am I? Gosh, I never think of myself as prolific.” “How do you think of yourself then?” “Slow,” I said. “I think of myself as a very slow writer.” * This morning I came…
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October 30, 2014
I was sitting in the airport. It was very, very early in the morning, and I was writing in my journal when someone came on the loudspeaker and said, “Will the person who left their little box of inspiration at Checkpoint C please return to claim it?” I stopped writing. I wondered if I had…
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June 19, 2014
Sometimes, the right words appear at exactly the right time. For instance: these words from Hannah in New Jersey. “Dear Ms. DiCamillo, I absolutely loved the book Despereaux. How do you think of all these ideas? You did a very very very very very great job writing the book!!” I struggled (doubted, fretted, wrote and…
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October 20, 2011
Last night, I had dream where an old man handed me an impossibly small and beautiful glass bottle and told me that there was one label left and that he would like me to write some words on the label and then he would affix the label to the bottle; and that together, the bottle…