As much as there is joy in writing, there's always the little bit of terror to keep you on edge, on your toes. It is a strange way to occupy yourself - to enjoy your life on a daily basis. There is no guarantee that something great is going to come next.

There is very little that is accidental in my work. I believe in serendipity for developments of plot, but the actual writing is arrived at by very hard work. The joy of writing doesn't mean that you don't get the backaches and headaches and the days when it's not coming.

I'm always telling myself as I write that I'm not really writing a novel; I'm just going to fool around with a character or an idea.

I can't remember a time when I wasn't trying to get something down on paper.

When you get the ideas, that's a thrill; when you're writing the book and it's corning out well, that's a thrill; when you finish it and other people read it, that's a thrill. There are going to be reviews, of course; not everyone's going to love it. You feel sort of naked and vulnerable in a way. That's just a minor part of the process, really. If you can't take that part, you shouldn't be in the business. But there are so many joys to writing.

They don't actually want you to do your own thing, not unless it's their thing too.

I find that most books that I don't like are those in which the authors have indulged themselves. I can almost sense when they're writing something for themselves.