Being An Insomniac Only Slows Me Down.

At Difficult Times Of My Life, Books Have Been An Incredible Comfort. When I Was 12, I Changed Schools And My Parents Split Up. It Was Then That I Became Addicted To Reading. A Great Writer Can Attach Themselves To Your Mind And Heart, And You Feel You Understand The World Better. As Long As You Have The Capacity To Read, You Needn't Be Alone Any More. I Remember Thinking As A Child, "if I Could Give One Person The Comfort I Keep Getting From Books, Then I Want To Write."

There's The Ambiguity Of Human Relationships, For Instance. A Relationship Between Two People, Just Like A Sequence Of Words, Is Ambiguous If It Is Open To Different Interpretations. And If Two People Do Have Differing Views About Their Relationship - I Don't Just Mean About Its State, I Mean About Its Very Nature - Then That Difference Can Affect The Entire Course Of Their Lives.

It's Like The Smell Of Burned Toast. You Made The Toast. You Looked Forward To It. You Even Enjoyed Making It, But It Burned. What Were You Doing? Was It Your Fault? It Doesn't Matter Anymore. You Open The Window, But Only The Very Top Layer Of The Smell Goes Away. The Rest Remains Around You. It's The Walls. You Leave The Room, But It's On Your Clothes. You Change Your Clothes, But It's In Your Hair. It's On The Thin Skin On The Tops Of Your Hand. And In The Morning, It's Still There.

Combine A Left-leaning Upbringing With A Family With Direct Experience Of The Holocaust And Someone With Aspirations To Write And I Guess, Sooner Or Later, That Person Will Have A Stab At Writing Something About The Holocaust.

Being An Insomniac Only Slows Me Down. I Try Not To Write At Night, As I'm Concerned That This Will Affect The Quality.