A couple of years ago, I had an idea for a book. It was completely audacious and seemed impossible to pull off. So much so, that I didn’t dare start writing it for quite a while.
I sometimes see books as meals. Some are down-and-dirty burgers (vegan or meat, you take your pick). They’re tasty, you guzzle your way through them quickly, but you know they weren’t cordon bleu cooking.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that… you had fun eating it, right?
When I first started writing many years ago (yes, I am getting quite old now), I believed there was only one sort of writer. I had that classic stereotype in my mind, of the dedicated, furrow-browed literary type, working frantically on their ‘Murder She Wrote’-style typewriter and getting through piles of cigarettes and alcohol.
Most books require some level of research; even if it’s just basic knowledge of a place or culture. However, some novels need serious time dedicated to digging through publications, websites, archives and videos. It’s taxing…but very rewarding too!