It’s interesting to write a novel. Everything that happens to you in real life can somehow be twisted into something useful. I was lying awake in bed last night, and to keep myself from being grumpy that I couldn’t fall asleep, I started thinking, okay, so I could give the protagonist insomnia, and this is how it feels. This is what she’s thinking.

Of course, because I didn’t write anything down, I don’t remember what I came up with.