Yesterday I was told that one of the people who figures quite prominently in my new novel Engel had died. I swiftly phoned my publisher in London who happened to be in a shop selling items of a religious nature. I could hear sacred music in the background. ‘G is dead,’ I informed her. Sometimes real life provides the best stories.
G undoubtedly influenced my first choice of career, not at all directly but just because I knew what G had done during his own life. Actually G rarely spoke about his past and at the time he just acted in the way he felt was right.
I don’t think G would recognise any of the scenes or characters that appear in my novel. Well that is what I hope and expect. But his spirit was certainly hovering over me when I wrote my novel. G had to be part of it.
At the moment to my surprise I am courting a bit of controversy. They ask: ‘Who is featured in the book?’ My reply: ‘They are all fictional characters, especially the main character, but I really had to write this book.’
At certain times in your life you have to return to the essence of your existence. For example in times of war or when you are writing a novel.
Tomorrow is the launch party for Engel.