Within the guise of a lighthearted, self-interview, I explained what initially caused me in 2012 to decide to write my first novel.
Bridge Street started to go into “night mode” during our meal, as people, particularly women, dressed up for a Saturday night out began to saunter by.
At least Alexa had not laughed at me as all of this was going on.
I remember thinking also that I had gone to great lengths to write the women well (particularly the French women, who in our “Anglo-Saxon” literature are too often caricatured as nutcases, fiends, deviants, or “exotic”), and she had zeroed in on a man.
Don’t tell me you don’t remember that video the next time you are walking through an airport.😂
“You’ll follow and root for them all now, I presume?” my wife laughed.
If you don’t want to stand out as an American visitor in Europe, here’s some friendly advice…
Writing fiction is not about adhering to someone else’s lists of 10 or 20 or 99 ways to do this or that. In fact, it’s often the opposite.
Ah, but just mention MARMITE and that gets you Great Britain’s full attention!
When she @-ed me, naturally my phone buzzed. At that moment, evidently she was on her way to Poland for a semester break and I happened to be standing in that Bristol kitchen shop.