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I liked climbing trees and could often be found up one reading a book. I played games with Dad and drew maps for him on isometric paper. It was very bonding.
I have been reading crime books ever since I was a child, but I had never tried to write one.
But the West of the old times, with its strong characters, its stern battles and its tremendous stretches of loneliness, can never be blotted from my mind.
I wasn't a competitor. I would play outside with my friends, but not really anything like ballet or soccer. I tried to play soccer, and it went badly.
So when I was 13, I basically left home and never returned and lived at home again. I would come home for a week at Christmas and two weeks in the summer only.
For a writer, published works are like fallen flowers, but the expected new work is like a calyx waiting to blossom.
My mother liked to command me to do things I found scary. I always wanted to stay home and read. My mother only ever wanted me to get away.
The early Billy Joel stuff I fell in love with, like Glass Houses, is a real rock record.
And one of the reasons that I wrote the cook books was so that I could be at home more than being on the road.
