World War II, Stereotype-Busting Women, and Pleasure Reading
Like most novelists, I can’t really tell you where my ideas come from. It feels like I’ve spent my life putting experiences and knowledge and cool nuggets of information in a magic bag that lives in my brain somewhere. When I need a story idea, I reach in the bag and a story comes out. Or, probably more accurately, the germ of a story comes out. After a lot of writing and thinking and editing, the germ becomes the story, and it’s a story that only I could write.