CS Lewis taught me to create my own world. (Granted, mine didn’t turn out with quirky fauns and definitely-not-tame lions, but he still gave me the idea that I could do it.)
Eloise Jarvis McGraw and Elizabeth George Speare taught me characters had to break your heart.
JRR Tolkien taught me my world needed complexities. Dig for clues. (He also taught me that Hobbits are real, but that doesn’t exactly advance my story now, does it?)
Suzanne Collins and Maggie Stiefvater taught me writing needed to be sparky, fresh and vibrant. Rope the readers in with incredible voice.
Lemony Snicket taught me to be funny.
Jerry B Jenkins taught me not to use a passive writing voice.
Philip Reeve taught me writing a character without emotions is a very emotional job.
John Flanagan taught me it’s okay to let your own personal humour shine out in your work. (In other words, I’m allowed to be sarcastic.)
Shirley Marr taught me it’s okay to let your characters cry it out.
Michael Grant taught me that heroes can walk out on their duty. And they can also come back.
Robert Muchamore taught me a lot of things I really wish I didn’t know.
Catherine Fisher taught me to mix genres.
Lois Lowry taught me not to answer all my readers’ questions.
Jerry Spinelli taught me not to spoon feed the reader. Let them work for it.
John Boyne taught me the smallest person can have the loudest voice.