Earlier this month, two friends and I were planning a day trip to New York City. A few days before we were supposed to leave, I got a text from my friend, saying our third friend had canceled.
I can get a refund for the train, but what are we going to do about the extra Rockettes ticket?
No worries, I texted back. I think I know someone who might want to go.
I wrote a quick email to my editor, Stacey Barney, before I went to bed. Even though it was after 11 PM, I knew she was a night-owl. Sure enough, the next morning I had an email from her.
The Rockettes? I've never been! How much is the ticket?
After three books together, countless emails and calls, and a trip to ALA in Vegas, I didn't even have to think before replying:
This one is on me.
Of course we had a great time. And I was so grateful to finally get to do something for her.
PS. Just for kicks, here's a pic of me dancing on the "Big" piano at FAO Schwartz. Hey, my excuse is that I'm a middle-grade writer - it's my job to think like a kid!