When I start getting close to the end of a novel, something registers in the back of my mind for the next novel, so that I usually don’t write, or take notes. And I certainly don’t begin. I just allow things to percolate for a while.
My wife was the part of me that was missing. And I got that whole family that came along with her in the deal. It’s an extended family, and they’re very close, and it’s a dynamic that’s never been around me before.
