I was thinking about the heroine of my first book, Just Another Day in My Insanely Real Life, who, despite her messy family life, was actually pretty lucky: she knew that she was a talented writer, and that knowledge helped her get through some rocky times. And then I started thinking: what would it feel like to have an amazing talent but not know it? Or maybe know it but not understand it? It would be especially hard if you were going to a school where all the kids were "gifted and talented" in obvious, typical ways. I began imagining a girl who was used to hanging back in the shadows, holding onto a long-time best-friendship that wasn't really working anymore--until one day a strange new boy exposes her secret ability. The more I thought about this story the more it seemed to be about the exciting, scary process of figuring out who you are and where you fit--which I think anyone in any middle school can relate to.