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.

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