Here’s a link to yet another story about the growth in non-fiction. I’m going to re-read this every time I feel bad about loving non-fiction. Why do I feel guilty about it? Somehow in my mind (my monkey mind, you know the one that always makes you feel bad) I tell myself that writers who create fiction are somehow more talented and creative than saps like me who love telling real stories, even when truth is often stranger than fiction. Go figure.  Maybe I should write a post titled,”1001 Ways People Make Themselves Feel Bad'”

Anyway, here’s the link!

http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/childrens/childrens-industry…