The mood in which my book was conceived and executed, was in fact to some extent a passing one.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Writers sometimes ruin a book by adding a lighthearted mood at the wrong moment.
There's a moment in every book when the book turns and it surprises me.
Reading Stephen King's book, On Writing, was like being cornered and forced to have a long, drawn out mental enema.
The book that convinced me I wanted to be a writer was 'Crime and Punishment'. I put the thing down after reading it in a fever over two or three days... I said, 'If this is what a book can be, then that is what I want to do.'
In my subconscious, my books were part of a single emotional journey.
That was the - It was an exciting time because it was as though I was sort of tied up in a paper bag or in a gunny sack with a rope around the neck of it, and all of a sudden with the acceptance of that first book everything sort of spilled out!
One of the commitments I made to myself when I decided to write a book was to be brutally honest, particularly about myself.
I had written a book. For various reasons, the publishing industry had decided that my book was going to be 'important.' The novel had taken me 12-and-a-half years to write, and after being with the book for so long, I had no real perspective on the merits or demerits of what I had written. I hoped it was good, but feared that it wasn't.
Writing a novel is one of those modern rites of passage, I think, that lead us from an innocent world of contentment, drunkenness, and good humor, to a state of chronic edginess and the perpetual scanning of bank statements.
It was my angry, Dickensian novel, I suppose. It was cathartic - I expended a lot of frustration on that one.
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