I have this fantasy. I'm walking past a bookshop and I click my fingers and all my books go blank. So I can start again and get it right.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I feel as though I've gotten to a point where I don't really want to set a book in any real place ever again.
I finally get to the place where the book has matured in my mind and I can hardly wait to start writing it. Then I just sit down and I start. I hit the go button. I have an outline, which is 70 pages, but I don't look at it. I never have to look at it.
I feel like every time I start up, it's like a truck you have to get into 15th gear, so you very solely crank into that mental space where you feel really immersed in the world of the book and then you can just kind of go. But there's just that few days of frustration to get to that point.
Every time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head.
Every time I write a new book, I want to push myself to try something different.
I really can't write fantasy. I cannot invent a world which does not exist. And I can't read fantasy either. As soon as I realise I'm reading a book that hasn't got its roots in a reality I can comprehend, I switch off.
I've started lots of books, but it's hard for me to finish them.
When I start any book, I have no idea what I'm going to do.
Whenever I finish a book, I start with a blank slate and never have ideas lined up.
The thing I'm always trying to do when I write is hit that sweet spot where the book both keeps you up late at night, and yet a week after you've finished, it still pops back into your head.