Interstellar Idea Bats and South Cornwall

Sometimes books attack you sneakily from behind. Sometimes they land on the roof and wait patiently for their turn to be written. Sometimes you get some images, or a phrase grabs your attention and then you build the story from there. Often Interstellar Idea Bats flap in from outer space, form an orderly stack over my head, drop the ideas right into my brain and fly away again.

I’m a natural Pantser rather than a Planner — oh sorry, writer-jargon. Most writers seem to plan their books before they write them, sometimes in extraordinary detail. I’ve tried…