At 18 - the summer of 1978 - I decided to become a writer. I thought it would be a wonderful way to spend a life and I think I was right. I work slowly; I often have no idea of where I'm going with a novel, or I have the very slightest intuitive feel, like a breeze on the cheek, or the calling of some night bird in the far woods. Ten novels so far (I said I'm slow). I've tried to write each as though it was both the first and the last. For me, what matters is to keep opening out, to keep trusting that there is something rather than nothing, to keep taking risks, to write, to try to write, the book that I think I can't write, that is too much, too difficult, too strange. That one.
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