I really fell in love with Africa.

I started writing to please myself, a story I would like to read, and that is still true.

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.

Life sometimes gets in the way of writing.

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

Each book has been different and has been challenging in its own way to write.

From the beginning, when I first got an idea for a story and wondered if I could write it, it has always been the story that has driven me.