She promised to be good. She wasn’t.

Rosa!” Sally says. “The police are here to help you, not to hear a lecture on comparative murder rates.

I love that everyone’s into sports, that no one even talks about loving it ’cause it’s too obvious. It’s the air we breathe.

I love blogging, even though apparently it’s still dying, and hate it when I have too much going on to do so regularly.

They’re calling being black a look? How progressive of them.

I spent the year behind on deadlines and everything else. It’s only now in December that I feel even slightly caught up. 2016 has to be better.

If you’re ever invited, fellow YA authors, go. It’s the first YA con I’ve been to that was overwhelming populated by teens. Wonderful!

Speaking out and creating art that truly reflects the world we live in goes part of the way towards doing that. At least that’s what I hope.

I’m sure other writers have no difficulties writing nice.

I don’t think they’re terrible parents. They love us. I think they’re negligent parents. That’s not the same thing.