You see that beautiful three-week-old baby? Her name is Lucy. I told her parents that the character in this book was named Lucy. “We know,” they said. “She’s named for the character in your book.” Shock. Absolute jaw-dropping shock. Naptastrophe was Big Sister’s favorite book while Mom was pregnant, and the family read it constantly. This book of mine, it didn’t fare all that well out there. But it goes to show you, it doesn’t matter how many people your stories connect with—they will connect with somebody in a profound way. And that’s all that matters.
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