The middle of a novel is a state of mind. Strange things happen in it. Time collapses. I sit down to write at 9 a.m., I blink, the evening news is on and I’ve written four thousand words, more words than I wrote in three long months, a year ago. Something has changed…If you go outside, everything flows freely into your novel…You open the paper – every single story in the paper is directly relevant to your novel…You cannot believe how in tune the world is with your unfinished novel right now and if it isn’t published next Tuesday maybe the moment will pass and you will have to kill yourself. Magical Thinking makes you crazy – and renders everything possible…Every writer has a Magical Thinking tale to tell, or several.