My ability to write short stories arrived fully formed, one day in early July, 1997. They’re good my short stories, they’ve been good since I began, and the best of them are really really good. I would happily put them up against anyone else’s – Poe, Saki, Mansfield – not better or worse, but equal.
Writing novels is another matter. I struggle. Mostly because I don’t have the time. But it’s not just time, writing novels is something I have to work at. And I do work at it, each one is better than the last,
the flow gets easier to maintain, but it’s never easy.
The next novel is going to be really really good.