I was reading The Woman in Black by Susan Hill the other night. Admittedly, this wasn’t the wisest move. My husband was away, the house was rather quiet and my imagination was running full-kilter before I’d even finished the first chapter. And the wind was howling a bit too. It was one of those nights. Yikes!
Do authors always end up writing what they know? It’s an interesting question. On the face of it, you’d think not. After all, how can fantasy writers possibly know what sulphurous, dragon-filled landscapes are like? How can history writers really get a grasp on what life was like for Tudor queens?