“Novelists are rather like physicists. They sit around with their feet on the radiator staring out of the window with a notepad within reach.
They must be in that world of misty, drifting creative thinking that has a bit of talent, a bit of luck, a bit of being shaped by current mood that can bring sudden insight. To wonder how to progress or even start a novel is to enter a state of what V.S. Pritchett called determined stupor.” Ian McEwan.
Dungerness, an enigmatic, beautiful and eerie place in south east England, the setting for my new novel in progress, The Eavesdroppers.