I write by day. I read by night. In the twilight moments in between I squeeze the rituals of living. There are days when Roth, Franzen, Chandler, or Coetzee move me. When they grow tedious or incomprehensible (to my limited mind) I seek refuge in the likes of Evanovich, Grisham, Patterson, and I scarf down anything with scrumptious sex and romance. There are books that move me to tears and leave an indelible impression. These never leave my desk or nightstand . . .The Lovely Bones (Sebold), The Remains of the Day, (Ishiguro), The Time Traveller's Wife (Niffenegger), Shantaram (Roberts).
I write poetry and short stories or a part of them every day. But writing my first book, The Cure, a medical conspiracy thriller set in New York and Washington DC, which I hope to publish soon, was something I did with discipline and completed it in a year. Every time I look at the manuscript I change something. Mercifully, though, I have managed to begin and complete the first draft of my second novel.