Whenever Percy stopped by to see [Annabeth], she was so lost in thought that the conversation went something like this: Percy: 'Hey, how's it going?' Annabeth: 'Uh, no thanks. ' Percy: 'Okay. . . have you eaten anything today?' Annabeth: 'I think Leo is on duty. Ask him. ' Percy: 'So, my hair is on fire. ' Annabeth: 'Okay, in a while.
How do I start writing a book? I sit there, I come up with an opening line, and then I go little by little. I'll wonder, Well, what's coming? And that goes right through to the very end. For over a dozen years now, I've had a recurring dream where I'm reading a book and the pages are blank, but as I read, the words come to exist as fast as my eyes can move. Strange, strange thing.