If you’re like me, you wonder about the origins of things. How did we evolve from single-celled organisms into such wonderfully complex human forms? Whence did the seeds of civilization first take hold? From whose brilliant mind did the idea for Squeez Bacon come?
Similarly, you may be wondering about the term “authorstrator,” the catch-all moniker I have chosen for this site du web.
It happened while I was on tour hawking THE GIRL WHO NEVER MADE MISTAKES. I was visiting a school, reading my book, and taking questions. I received the usual queries: “Where do you get your ideas?” “When did you learn to draw?” “Why is your nose so big?”
Then a small boy, perhaps 5 years old, raised his hand. “How do you like being an authorstrator?” he asked.
His question hung in the air like the scent from a field of poppies. It was simultaneously adorable and a consummate description of my work. After answering his question, I paid him the highest compliment I knew how, from one creator to another.