There are a few things that inspire me to write: wine, cigarettes, people, books, other writers. Writers like Nafisi, Lahiri, Nabokov, Atwood, my dear friend Sheri, my cousin Sasha, my sister. I write when I’m motivated, when I’m inspired, when I have a strong feeling about something. And if nothing comes to my head, I seek for something. I search like a madwoman who’s going through her big purse of makeup, tools, wallet, phone, other women necessities. I’m doing such a search tonight and I’m afraid there is nothing in my big purse. I have been devoured by so many imaginations and fantasies that I’ve lost track of what’s real. Once again, I write realities, although fiction is much more fun… Let me just go to bed. I’ll be inspired tomorrow.