I don’t think I have many ideas. I have areas of interest, things I want to explore. I try to enter an emotional and physical place that fascinates me. Perhaps it relates to my childhood, some reservoir of feeling, worry, glory, insecurity. The relationship between two sisters, say, or between a mother and daughter, or a brother and sister. There are physical landscapes I respond to deeply. It’s good to return to them, they nourish the imagination. Then no matter how slow-going the writing is, or how much I flounder around without a direction or with too many directions, I can return to the initial tug of the story (this area of fascination) and remind myself that I am onto something and that it’s worth sticking with.