I’m sure I’ll regret admitting this, but this blog was actually my idea.

Michael and I have been together for 29 years. We will always be together. (Unless of course he finds out about Paolo.) But because we’ve been married for so long, and because we’ve worked together so often, (we co-wrote ANIMORPHS and MAKING OUT and various other series,) I can say with some authority that Michael is kind of a pain.

I’d tell you where he’s a pain, but this is a YA blog.

So, let me state for the record that whatever offensive thing he writes here, I had nothing to do with it. I am not to blame. I am a good person. Unlike my husband, I do not have Satan on speed dial. I believe in fairness, decency, kindness to strangers, cuddly kittens, bouncy puppies and all things sweet and precious. Lick my hand. What do you taste? That’s right: sugar.

In other words, as I’ve been saying for almost three decades: it’s all his fault. Unless it goes well, in which case it was all my idea.