One of the best things about writing a novel is escaping into different worlds.
Like a lot of people, I find that in the current climate of austerity and uncertainty, I need to keep a clear head and a steady hand on the mundane practicalities of life. There might be a little less impulse buying, (no, I don’t really need the latest espresso machine), not to mention curtailing the bubbly (unless it’s cheap and cheerful), and enticing shoe displays are carefully avoided, so it’s great to be able to rise above the everyday humdrum and immerse myself in the glitzy lives and times of my glamorous characters who appear to have it all.
Although I might sit at the laptop, clad in high-street jeans and a cosy fleece that’s more about comfort than style, while the latest utility bill skulks on the hall table, in my imagination I can bring my characters anywhere…
…designer shopping in New York
…enjoying chill-out time in a luxury Wicklow hotel
…sightseeing in scintillating Hong Kong
…quaffing champagne in gracious Paris
…lounging on a yacht in the French Riviera
The list, along with the possibilities, is endless.
Do I feel a little dismal when I’m back to everyday life, or envious of my characters’ privileged worlds? No way. As I said, living in the world of bling, they ‘appear’ to have it all. But thanks to the dramas and collision courses I set them on, not to mention infidelities and heartbreak that darken their lives, most of them would rather swop places with me.