In real life nothing means anything. Stuff happens and there just is no structure.
Over to my left is the big grey wall in front of the church. Are we the Thoughts of God? a poster asks. No, I realise. It's the reverse.
I hate stereotypes and I hate cliche.
One of the biggest problems for beginning writers is this need to over-explain.
I think about stories and their logic and wonder if there can be any such thing as simply "there is a book.
My novels are high concept. I guess big ideas interest me more than, say, the minutiae of domestic life.