Still, it was a wonderful piece of luck. That was the one time I was in the right place at the right time. The rest of my life I never quite have been. That suitcase full of stuff has been fed into every single book that I've done. The new book, Snuff Fiction , was a joy to write.
Some books just write themselves.
You just have to let the biro do its work. I will never ever write again. I shall take the advance money and run and hide in another country, run drugs in Colombia, anything. But in the previous book, The Dance of the Voodoo Handbag , I was left with this wonderful idea for the next one. I thought Snuff Fiction was a great title for a book, an absolute blinder.