As an historical novelist - there are few jobs more retrospective.

Often we don't notice the stringent rules to which our culture subjects us.

Writers need each other.

People make interesting assumptions about the profession. The writer is a mysterious figure, wandering lonely as a cloud, fired by inspiration, or perhaps a cocktail or two.

I believe the era of the militant lady is back.

The sky was a sparkling succession of black diamonds on black velvet made crystal clear by the blackout.

Sometimes I create a character from a scrap - a mere mention that has been left behind.