For about two years, while researching 'The Wolf Border,' I was a complete wolf bore. I would regurgitate everything I was researching, whether people were interested or not.
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I've always been interested in wolves, since I was a child. There was a wolf enclosure in a wildlife park very close to where I was brought up; they were the main attraction.
I wouldn't tell anyone to study werewolves - I studied wolves, how they moved, their tendencies and sensibilities.
My career as a magazine writer was largely prefaced on the idea of curiosity, to go on adventures and weasel my way into the lives of people that I admire.
I was just fascinated with how everyone else in the world lived, and I was interested in telling their story.
I have certainly amassed many historical research gathering skills.
Through the study of fossils I had already been initiated into the mysteries of prehistoric creations.
When you are a kid, a wolf is an amazing sight, so sumptuous. I sort of knew these were splendid creatures, that I was not going to find them outside roaming around. It was like a dog, but not a dog. It was incredible, a god!
I practically lived in the woods when I was a kid, avoiding grown-ups and my dysfunctional family, pretending I was half-wolf, a feral child who napped in nests made out of ferns, ate wild blueberries, and wove sticks and feathers into her hair.
I think it took me half a page of 'Wolf Hall' to think: 'This is the novel I should have been writing all along.'
Telling everyone I wanted to go into forensic anthropology was my form of rebellion.
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