Give that man a Pixy Stix," Haddie said. "A what?" Lucia asked. "Hold on." She left then returned a moment later with a handful of colorful straws, one of which she threw at Max like a dart. He caught it… — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
I had a blog where I tried to be transparent while giving away nothing. I tweeted and Facebooked badly. As a writer, your 'voice' is your calling card, yet my voice was becoming indistinguishable from billions of other voices. — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
I've reread 'The Secret Garden' every year as an adult. I have a battered copy on my bookshelf - it's really quite a mess!… — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
“Then she probably would have waved back," Max said. "And it might be a he." "Ha! Not likely," Lucia said. "Didn't you notice them?"… — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
“Rubbish," Max said. "Anyone can put on clumpy boots and pierce themselves silly. A truly dangerous person would be someone you'd never even look… — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
I pretty much always knew I wanted to be a writer. I was writing goofy stories when I was 7 or 8. That was… — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
Books are such quiet things - created in silence, read in silence - yet publishing a book has become a very noisy business. I've… — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
“It was the right and responsible thing to do, so they put it off until later.” — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
Memory, in my opinion, is a complete noodle. It hangs on the silliest things but forgets the stuff that really matters. — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
“Then Lucia said, "So what do we do now?" "Nothing," Otto said. "Things will go on as just they always have.” — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
I write about two hours a day, and I write in fits and spurts - 45 minutes here, a half-hour there - and when… — Ellen Potter Copy Share Image
