Okay, I admit it, I want to know what the hell is going on with Kate Middleton, Princess of Wales. I’m not a conspiracy theorist (unless it has to do with publishing). My theory, if I had one, is that Kate’s surgery is related to an eating disorder. I don’t think William is cheating on her even though I’m not a benefit of the doubt type. I am tempted to rewatch the Crown through Queen Olivia Coleman’s reign. I did listen to Spare and I’m not ashamed. I never wanted to be a princess when I was a little girl. Part of me thinks this is a royal PR stunt to drum up sympathy for the chilly princess. But here’s what I really want to talk about: I think I started a new book. It came to me when I thought I was locked in a hotel stairwell.
Where do you get your ideas?
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Betsy Lerner 
I seem to get my ideas from the ether and from reading or traveling. Maybe an interesting person intrigues me. An idea will just stick. I heard that titles belong to only one person. That seems to be true. I often think of a title first. Then fill it in. I started working with a title years before the bestselling book and movie, The Girl on the Train, but it wasn’t mine.
L’esprit de l’escalier?
I am quite worried about Kate, why no real pictures, do we really all tweak photos of our children, why was her one public statement about that, etc. Great news about the new book! Only years to go!
I’ve no idea what this stuff about the Royal family is about. I’ve got some ideas about what my life is about. Thus springs fiction.
My ideas come out of the blue…the first novel I wrote came from a ride through an old town where there was a large, oddly shaped piece of green glass, framed in old wood hanging in an antique store window. Unfortunately, what I am working on now is a memoir, so it came from tragedy…but hopefully ends in the unconditional love I strive toward.
As far as the royals go… Poor Kate, how awful it must be to be living through such a hard time. (Insert wave of sarcasm and jealousy)
I thought everybody sort of hate-loved to be asked where they get their ideas, and I expected to see lots of answers. Guess I was wrong.
I get ideas from all over the place, I think because I always leave a part of my mind open to wandering and wondering. And if I think of something that seems to be any good at all, I put it in an ideas file. I’d need more than one AI version of myself to be able to use them all.
Speaking of AI versions of oneself, has Betsy written about that? I haven’t been watching closely enough.
Always the shower. I need to get a kiddie crayon and start writing them on the wall.
“Where do you get your ideas?”
I don’t get them — they get me. They pop up. They arrive unbidden. Assail me they do, albeit not often by tooth or nail. They creep up on me in the darkest night. They hover before me like some misbegotten angel on even the brightest of days. I get them in the shower (and who among us does not?). I get them when I am doing almost anything else that would like my undivided attention, please. Good thing I’m not a pilot.
Ideas have never been a problem for me. Execution, aye, there’s the issue.
I’ve always been a royal watcher ever since Princess Di. I can’t explain it. It might be b/c my life paralleled hers a bit from a timing perspective. The marriage, the first born, etc. I remember where I was when we learned she’d died in that car wreck, just like I recall where I was when the Challenger exploded.
Now we know the deal about Princess Catherine. Sad news – and there’s much I can relate to, here as well.