All writers have fantastic imagination. For the duration of whatever book we’re writing we live in the world we’ve created. I remember my husband once suggesting I left my writing to go for a walk and I told him not to be silly, it was raining. But it wasn’t, it was only raining in my book. I was so wrapped up in this world I’d invented that I truly thought it was raining.
I live each story as I write it. I become my heroine which means I’ve had eight one love affairs and at this moment am embarking on my eighty second. All with the permission of my husband!
I meticulously research settings but as far as characters go they are one hundred percent in my mind, not even remotely connected to anyone I know. Having said that someone once said to me that they recognised a relative of theirs in one of my books! The people I create, even my secondary characters, are definitely all figments of my imagination.
The very act of writing stimulates it and takes me to situations and places I’d never thought of before I set pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking) It never stops working either. Most writers say they have some of their best thoughts/ideas in the middle of the night. A pen and paper is essential beside the bed, otherwise the thoughts will fly off into the ether never to be found again.
Children have the best imagination. They create their own little world inside their heads - you only have to watch them playing games. Somehow this disappears as they get older – perhaps the stimulation isn’t there, other things take over. My creative juices didn’t reappear until I was in my thirties when I went to college to learn German. English was part of the course and it was at this time I had an idea for my first book. Although I didn’t pass my German exam, (nor did anyone else in the class and they sacked the teacher) it spurred me on to have a go at writing.