I suspect that everything in my life feeds into my writing in some way or other. Sometimes I might not know when it’s happening. My son Ben read one of my novels and asked me if a certain character’s story was inspired by a particular aspect of my own past that he was aware of. The moment he asked the question I knew he was right, but I had simply never made the connection. I had spent a year writing that book and had never seen the thing that he, with fresh eyes, saw instantly.

We write among shadows.