I always wanted to write a novel. I have in
my head two or three to write before I die.
Just now I’m spending my days at the library, where
I’m accumulating notes. The library is a refuge from the
world, an escape from personal woes. I search there for
ideas. Some of my ideas come from the books I
read. Others come from watching the to-ings and fro-ings of
the library staff and coffee-addled patrons. I create identities for
the anonymous people I see sitting at tables or looking
through books in the stacks. These people become my characters.