“I don't write from dreams because I don't remember mine, but I had a fragment of an image left about twins, whose father was telling them how their lives were going to go for the next eight years. I wrote a scene about that, and then another and then another and then another, and after five months I had 732 pages.” WritingYearsDreamRememberNextFatherLeftFiveMinesMonthsScenePagesEightTwinsFragments Author:Tamora Pierce
“I shook myself; I was dreaming. As I went to bed the words of the eighth-grade class's teacher, when the class got to Evangeline , kept echoing in my ears: "We're coming to a long poem now, boys and girls. Now don't be babies and start counting the pages." I lay there like a baby, counting the pages over and over, counting the pages.” LongDreamGirlClassBoysTeacherBabyBedPagesEarsLaysGradesCountingBoy And GirlEighth Grade Book:A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables Source: A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables