Now that my latest novel is effectively out of my hands and under inspection by my agent, thoughts are now turning to the ideas that sprung into my head while writing it. I am aiding this process by having just read a book about criminal and mysterious happenings in Suffolk – over the last few days I jotted down some of the more curious and baffling and plots are beginning to emerge and tantalise.
This time, these pure, self-absorbed moments where I search for some connection between imaginings and reality, is my reward for being gifted with the creative urge. It is absolutely intoxicating.
'With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.'