When I was growing up I never thought of being an author. I was a terrible speller and didn't want to write any more than I had to. I wanted to be a tap dancer when I grew up. After a few years of teaching junior high and high school, I wrote my first novel. It was a surprise to discover that I liked making up stories and writing them down. I liked it so much that eventually I stopped teaching and became a fulltime writer.
Besides novels for children and young adults, I've also told stories by writing scripts for television and the movies.
I live on the top floor of a sixteen-story building near the American Museum of Natural History in New York City. From my apartment I have a view of Manhattan that includes the Empire State Building and the Plaza Hotel. In my free time I draw, paint, and read. I still love to dance.
Some people think that a writer's life is lonely. But when I'm writing a story I don't feel lonely because I am actively involved with lots of interesting people – the characters in my books. I love knowing that some day readers will get to know these characters, too. If you are one of my readers I hope you have as much enjoyment in reading my stories as I have writing them.
I wish I could find a copy of this book; I read it in my formative adolescent years, checked out from the library, and I'm sure it's partially responsible for adding detail and information to my interest in penises, guys jerking off, etc.
If memory serves (which it might not), I think it was fantastic from an educational standpoint but because of where I was at it was also extremely exciting from an erotic standpoint (in part BECAUSE it was NOT erotica, but very frank and reassuring educational material that wasn't directed at me, but sensitized me to a boy's perspective I might not otherwise have given a thought to - it might have cultivated some empathy in me that I might not have gotten anywhere else but also was really exciting fantasy fodder). It addressed a lot of the fears (am I going to break it?) and guilt boys have about their bodies (again, probably eroticized that conflict for me, though).