The worst thing that can happen to a writer is having a lay-off period between books. For months, you sweat and strain to get to the end of your current offering. After that you sail headfirst into the doldrums when the book is cast out into the world. For months you watch its progress; never happy, beset by a nagging voice ... what if I can no longer write? It haunts your dreams and fills every waking moment. You find yourself creating sentences and words for practice, drifting off the sleep forgetful of what you were thinking about a moment ago, fearful that you no longer can cut the mustard. Then that magical day when, once again, you write a halfway decent page, banishing your nightmares to the far corners of the earth for yet another year!