I write books and then, by an astounding stroke of good fortune, someone publishes them. My first two books, Glamorous Disasters and The New Kid, were for adults, and then I had a momentous lunch with author/editor David Levithan when I became a young adult author.
Since then, you can blame me for a number of titles, including The School for Dangerous Girls, The Deadly Sister, and Endangered. Two things have come only recently in my career: a real confidence in plotting, and a realization that I write better stories when the characters are not me. When my protagonists are tweaked versions of myself (see: the first two novels above), they're amorphous and unknowable people—like I'm too deep inside to know which details are important for a reader to hear about. But my latest, about a girl keeping herself and an orphan bonobo alive in a country at war, is so far outside my own lived interior space that I found it much easier to write it convincingly.
Also: I love marshmallows and early twentieth century fiction. And apes.