Each day when I'm walking with my dog through the damp forest, I'm thinking about the atmosphere, and it often works its way into my next scene somehow.

It feels wonderful to get praise from other authors who I admire, but with each new book, my confidence is always the thing I struggle with the most until I start getting positive feedback from readers.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

Walking is the only way proven to stave off cognitive decline - it works.

Elizabeth's back at the red cross, and I'm walking the dog.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.