The Moment I Wrote My Second Novel: So there I was, cleaning the windows in a bathroom, when I looked over, saw the toilet bowl, and the opening lines of what would become my second novel came to me: “As Daisy Silverman squatted in front of the toilet bowl, first depressing the flush lever and then watching as the milky outgoing spiral removed the mildew and replaced it with fresh water, the thought occurred to her for at least the thousandth time that if the fickle hand of fate hadn’t cast her as a cleaning lady, working in wealthy households and offices in Westport, Connecticut, she would most certainly have made a perfectly lovely Princess of Wales.” And there it was, a character who, like me, thought herself to be separated only by birth from Princess Diana. When I got home, I began to write. That writing would eventually turn into 300+ pages about an underachieving, thirty-something Jewish cleaning lady from Danbury who wins a million dollars in Lotto, after which she fulfils a lifelong dream to see London, where she meets Prince Charles. Through a series of misunderstandings, the royal family doesn’t realize she’s Jewish and accustomed to being up to her elbows in the wrong kind of toilet water. By the time they do realize it, Daisy is in love with Charles, Charles is in love with Daisy, and the queen’s white gloves are off. That book would come to be called Falling for Prince Charles. The year I began work on it: 1997.