I love to read. I’m an addict. But what if I get unduly influenced by someone else’s writing? How do any writers out there preserve your own unique voices when exposed to the excellent prose of a master?
My book is a thriller. So should I really be reading a classic like The Long Goodbye byRaymond Chandler? Taut, terse, terrific. Thank you to Bob on the library bus for bringing it my way.
Before that I was underwhelmed by The Moving Toyshop (Classic Crime)by Edmund Crispin. I admit to being seduced inside Oxfam in Stockbridge in Edinburgh by the crisp green Penguin cover, one of the Classic Crime series. But inside there was just no sense of urgency.
So I’m writing a book. It’s a story. A lot of it is true. Some of it is not. I may have to change some of the names to protect the guilty.
I may need help. Coming up with names for characters for instance. And then there are the twin evils of distraction and procrastination. How do you sneak between them without being caught?
So what’s this story about? Lots of things. It’s called Blackwatertown.
There’s lots to tell and lots for me to ask. But this is the start.