My latest project (yep, the one I said was unpublishable) is set in Dartmoor. Come to think of it, the last three books I’ve worked on have all been too. But trust me, if you ever get to visit the place, you’ll immediately understand the appeal.
I have a confession to make. I’m one of those frustrating authors who can’t settle to a genre or style (though admittedly, most of my books seem to feature the supernatural in some form or another!).
Research often takes writers to very strange places. This is especially the case if you’re writing about the supernatural, I find. Recently, I’ve been delving deep into Dartmoor folklore and uncovered a very peculiar story indeed.
I love Bristol. It’s a sprawling city (the south-west’s biggest by a long way), but it’s got a definite vibe that’s difficult to resist. The famous graffiti (popularised by Banksy – and no, before you ask, it’s not me or any of my family members) covers many of the buildings, giving it a real edgy atmosphere.