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I've just posted a Final Entry at my UK website at www.sepulchre.co.uk. It was a strange experience.
The moment is significant because I am consciously putting my 'current' book behind me and looking forward to the next. It made me think about time passing generally.
When being interviewed about Sepulchre - in London, Oslo, Melbourne, Singapore, wherever - there is always a question about how long a book took to write, when did it start, when did it finish. Most writers find this a difficult question to answer.
Did Labyrinth begin when we first bought our little house in Carcassonne in 1989, or when I first imagined the character who became Alaïs at Montségur in 1996. Or was it the moment in 2001 when I started to write.
Did Sepulchre start when we first visited Rennes-les-Bains in 1989? Or later, when I started to hear the folklore of that particular small area in the mid 1990s? Or when, in 2004, I imagined Léonie tapping her foot on the steps of the Palais Garnier in Paris, before Labyrinth had even published?
So, this time, I am setting a deliberate date. This is the date of the last entry for the regular Sepulchre home page and it is, therefore, the moment when I officially started writing - the as yet untitled - new novel. Sepulchre is in best seller charts all over the world - for which I am more than grateful - but I have reached the watershed.
Today, a new novel begins.
The moment is significant because I am consciously putting my 'current' book behind me and looking forward to the next. It made me think about time passing generally.
When being interviewed about Sepulchre - in London, Oslo, Melbourne, Singapore, wherever - there is always a question about how long a book took to write, when did it start, when did it finish. Most writers find this a difficult question to answer.
Did Labyrinth begin when we first bought our little house in Carcassonne in 1989, or when I first imagined the character who became Alaïs at Montségur in 1996. Or was it the moment in 2001 when I started to write.
Did Sepulchre start when we first visited Rennes-les-Bains in 1989? Or later, when I started to hear the folklore of that particular small area in the mid 1990s? Or when, in 2004, I imagined Léonie tapping her foot on the steps of the Palais Garnier in Paris, before Labyrinth had even published?
So, this time, I am setting a deliberate date. This is the date of the last entry for the regular Sepulchre home page and it is, therefore, the moment when I officially started writing - the as yet untitled - new novel. Sepulchre is in best seller charts all over the world - for which I am more than grateful - but I have reached the watershed.
Today, a new novel begins.
