Jenny from Sydney, Australia asked: How did you become interested in writing?
I wonder sometimes what came first, the stories or the intention to write them?
I think, in a sense, I’ve always lived posthumously. Even when I really got myself into trouble as a kid, part of me knew that the incident I was caught up in would make a great story and that I had to go through with it.
I was always able to take a view of myself from above looking down on the scene, and I could laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. I could see the comedy of it in the third person.
I didn’t want to be one of those people who toes the line, who never breaks a rule, and who therefore grows old without having any stories to tell. Stories were always important to me.
I also think that one of my great motivations as a writer is a hatred or perhaps a fear of Time. A horror at the thought that all these stories will simply fade away, that once these lives are gone no one will ever remember them. I’ve always had a penchant for nostalgia. It’s a melancholy nostalgia in a sense, but it’s sadly beautiful as well.