As my flight descended over the turquoise Caribbean, I asked myself, Who'd go to the Cayman Islands and attend a literary event of mine? I soon learned the answer: nobody. Just empty chairs, awkward booksellers. "Maybe you could swim with stingrays tomorrow?" one suggested. "They always turn up."
Writing about Scarpetta
‘I usually go back a little bit and then move forward. The objective is that I want the reader to be transported. Writing is like a ride - you're getting into a spaceship and you're going somewhere where you're going to have an adventure. It takes you away from the moment that you're in and your real life... Read more