I like borrowing. I write like a collage artist, finding things to apply to the canvass. I often re-interpret the meaning of the things I borrow. I allow myself the freedom of ‘reading between the lines and I allow my chapters to rise up spontaneously.

I edit continuously, making editorial leaps and wild suppositions.

Books are composite constructions, continually translating and expanding themselves. I don’t make demands on the text or the subject to become something. I try to get close to them with my eyes closed. I respect the primary material I use; I’m faithful to the grace of the original. I love learning from the felicities of other writers.

I don’t predict a book; I discover it. Stories are a multi-layered medley of tales, a quilt of many different materials that work together. Speed, chance and play keep preconceptions at bay, allowing the narrative to rise up unpredictably fashion. It’s an exercise in acceptance; finding things and joining them together before judgement arises.