Why I’m Not Writing YA (though I often wish I was)

When you’re told that all of your friendsare out ridingFalcor the Luck Dragon to Disneyworld, where they will stay in Cinderella’s Castle and eat bon-bons all day while getting escorted to the front of every line via air-conditioned pumpkin carriage, it’s really, really hard not to go with them, even though you know Florida is really hot, you don’t really like bon-bons, and you know they only ride the rides you don’t like. Because while you’re sitting at home, looking at your sales numbers an...