Whatever extra there is in me at any given moment isn't fully formed. I am hardly aware of it; it awaits the next book. It will - with luck - come to me during the actual writing, and it will take me by surprise.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Once you realize just the sort of glut of books that exists out there, it does become incumbent on you not to add to it unless you have a damn good reason.
I think you get so wrapped up in the book you're currently writing, it's hard to think about anything else. But I know as soon as I'm done with this book, I'll move on to something else.
Having reached the halfway mark in the alphabet, my prime focus is on writing each new book as well as I can.
There's something deeply satisfying when it succeeds, but I'm not going to do another book just to put my name on something and make some money if it's not something I deeply care about.
At the moment, I'm toying with a new idea for a book, but fully engaged with writing screenplays, so the book idea - which needs empty space in my head - is barely formed yet.
So, whenever I'm writing, I'm writing in the presence of all the other books I've read and I think we all are.
Every time you finish a book, you have a terrible feeling that there's just never going to be another one. But fortunately, so far, the next one has always shown up.
All I hope, selfishly, is that there will be real books until the day I draw my last breath.
There's a moment in every book when the book turns and it surprises me.
I get to show the reader the essence of the book without giving anything away.