I'm Waiting For The Day When My

Reality Might Be Described As The Eternal Equipoise Of Positive And Negative.

The Reaction To 'aftermath' Has Been Far Worse Than To 'a Life's Work,' Yet I Find I'm Perhaps A Little Less Touched By It. In Both Cases, I've Coped Artistically By Believing The Criticisms Weren't Right. They Upset Me, But They Didn't Challenge My Understanding Of How To Write, Nor Of How Morality Functions In Literature.

Writing, More Than Any Other Art, Is Indexed To The Worthiness Of The Self Because It Is Identified In Peoples Minds With Emotion.

Having Your Second Child, In Case You Were Wondering, Is A Lot Harder Than Having Your First, Except For Those People Who Find It Easier. I'm Afraid I Don't Have The Latest Figures To Confirm This.

Every Time I Write A Book, I've Probably Taken Five Years Off My Life.