We had tea on Sunday, sitting at her kitchen table where she often looks out of the window, happily, thinking and writing. I was looking at the house across the street that's all dolled up for Halloween, all sorts of stuff scattered around. The sun was out and I wondered why on earth I'd never thought of putting a table near a window and watching.
The Sparrow has at least three places in her new apartment where she writes plus a new and absolutely gorgeous computer. She is at work on another book. Is it the sixth?