Picture the scene, if you will. I was at Latitude festival last weekend - evidence of attendance visible to your right - and arrived early for a talk in the literature tent. The previous speaker was still going. We had been sleeping in a tent and were quite tired (I pray thee cry us a river), so my girlfriend did the only sane thing under the circumstances and lay down on the floor, instantly falling asleep.
However I am a sleep-masochist, so stayed awake on the nice carpeted floor and listened to this man talk. And as I processed his words, something stirred within me. After some soul-searching introspection, I realised it wasn't exhaustion or my lunch, but an idea. Not just a small idea either, a large one that I could write a fair bit of stuff on. Hell, this might even be another novel idea.
I already have one book I'm writing, another I'm sending out to people, yet another I might write next, and of course my detective serial Hobson & Choi continuing on top of all of that. So, much as I enjoy a bit of inspiration, there comes a time when it all gets a bit much, and I think we're nearly there.
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Published on July 26, 2013 01:00