(An aside: a more accurate name for such a meeting would be “cliché development.”) My wife had Simon and Garfunkel music on her CD deck, and as I listened to the song “Patterns,” I heard a line that intrigued me: My life is made of patterns that can scarcely be controlled. Some years ago, I was driving my wife’s SUV, coming home from a film studio, in a homicidal mood, as one usually is after enduring a creative development meeting regarding a film. Story ideas spring to mind when you least expect them. Thank you, Mel Gibson please don’t hit me. Thank you Werner Karl Heisenberg you were my kind of physicist. Thank you, People magazine in fact, thank you twice. Thank you, Paul Simon, and hello to Art Garfunkel. Usually I know what sparked an idea for a novel and the lead character thereof. She’s a character in a novel I’ve written, and I am mystified as to where she came from. Jane is as tough as it gets, smart, tender, courageous, relentless, a 27-year-old FBI agent gone rogue. Her name is Jane Hawk, and she is caught up in a story that roared at me like a hurricane. I am in love with a woman who doesn’t exist.
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