A truthful article, and I recognised several situations in it.
I've found that people have two different reactions on learning that I'm a writer—disinterest or being intimidated. One good friend, who's read my short stories and novellas, asked me why I wrote crime novels—was I really a dishonest and violent person, like my characters? I explained to her that the crime genre allows me to tackle all of the issues of society, as well as leaving space to make fully rounded portrayals of the goodies and baddies. Like most writers, I have a retentive memory for unusual incidents, including law-breaking—which is life magnified—compelling material for making up a story.
A rather bigoted bloke asked me what my novel
The Perfect Murderer was about. He was known for having an opinion about everything, but knowledge of very little, so I expected him to shoot my plot to pieces. I didn't know him very well, but he was a rugby player, obsessed with computer gaming and parked his sports car in the same place every day, so I used what I knew to tell him that my story was about a serial killer who stalked targets who satisfied the criteria of an ancient role-play game, run online these days, and that he'd just been chosen as the next victim for being a sportsman. The killer was just playing pool at the table next to us—he was watching you all of the time—he left a moment ago, perhaps he's waiting for you in the darkness. My questioner looked around nervously, muttering
"Sounds good, I'd like to read it." I kept a straight face
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