Prologue April 1894 To the stranger paying off his hansom in the damp, chilly April dusk, everything about the solid, grey stone villa spoke of prosperity, warmth and welcome. He smiled as he waited for someone to open the door and ask him in. No one did. Chapter One April-September 1894 The terms of Josiah […]
I write well-fleshed out characters, and inevitably, more ideas spring from my subconscious. They all have a little bit of me in them. It’s very hard to figure out in advance how a story will unfold, but after having written so many novels, I feel more comfortable letting the ideas come up from somewhere in my own subconscious. Writing is much easier now because that sense of panic I used to experience doesn’t set in as I begin a new book.