Writing is becoming harder, not easier. About to finish my third book, a Memoir about my ex-husband, the artist Peter Ochs, I feel as if this might be the final book. Much more fun these days is photography; it delivers satisfactions that writing simply doesn’t offer: pleasure in colour and form, easy manipulation, usefulness. So, perhaps photography will be my focus and writing will be given a secondary role. We’ll see. Since life is full of surprises, writing might come back to feed my soul.