This is an excellent blog post on a topic I have written about before, and I think it is a very useful treatment of this writing issue.
I know, this is late, and I’m sorry. I could come up with a fascinating excuse about being chased by spies through railway stations, or whisked away to Oz, or just finding myself trapped underground with the water slowly rising, but none of these are true (this time…). I just got very confused as to my days.
Anyway, this is what I wanted to say.
Write what you know, we are told, often. Well, if I did that, I’d only write about disappointing shopping trips and not getting round to doing the washing up. Mrs Hudson in my book has been a wife and mother. I’ve been neither of those, I can’t write what I know about it. I have to imagine it.
If people only wrote what they know, we’d have no Lord of the Rings, or Narnia, or Wind in the Willows, or Harry Potter….
I’d like to…
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