I started writing a book in Starbucks one day. Beats me where it was coming from. But one yarn led to another...and another....and one day I had about 30 pages of insane story and I said aloud in Starbucks, "OMG where do I get this sh*t?" After an embarrassing moment in which I apologized to the startled cafe goers, I realized this book was coming from me but also outside me, and I just let it flow. Jane of the Jungle is the result.