A few years ago, I bought a shirt that I really loved. Its cut was perfect. It did not make me look fat. I loved this shirt so much, that I needed to know how it was put together, so I could make as many perfect shirts as I wanted. So I teased out its secrets, and made my own pattern, dissecting, but being very careful not to destroy. Once I had the pattern, I made shirt after shirt, in every color, from every kind of fabric. This process isn't just limited to shirts, though. Once, I spent all day hand-making lasagna noodles. I found out that lasagna noodles aren't worth making by hand, because you can buy them for around a dollar. But most of the time, it is worth it, because when I'm figuring something out, I feel like I'm spinning gold. For me, part of loving something is figuring out why I love it, and books are no exception. I like to tease out their secrets just like I did that shirt pattern. I tell people that I can make anything, and now I want to make books.
Always, it's the nagging opposition, that uncomfortable feeling that makes me feel like I'm slipping behind, that inspires me.
Renee Parrill's Last Word