I don't write for publishers, certainly not for critics, and not for readers, But I am delighted that so many people have found my books enjoyable and want to continue to read them.

Art was as much in the activity as in the results. Works of art were not just the finished product, but the thought, the action, the process that created them.

I had an idea for a story about a young woman who was living with people who were different, not just superficially different - such as hair colour, or eye colour, or skin colour - but different in some significant way.

Illness and accidents were mysterious manifestations of the war of the spirits, fought on the battleground of the body.

The idea led me into the research, which continues to give me more ideas for the story.

Again Creb grunted. It was the usual noncommittal comment used by men when responding to a woman. It carried only enough meaning to indicate the woman had been understood, without acknowledging too much significance in what she said.

I probably read 100 times more than I write, but that way when I move my characters through it, I know.