Kate London discusses the background to her crime thriller Post Mortem.
‘You have the intelligence of a gnat!’
The woman was driving a large Mercedes and was incandescent at my preventing her from driving down her own street. I was in the first weeks of my service as a uniformed police officer standing at a road closure put in place as part of the safety measures for a premier-league football match in central London. Just before she had arrived at the junction, the sergeant in charge of the closure had warned me not to let anyone down the road.
‘In the event of an emergency, this is the main route for ambulances,’ he’d told me firmly, before going to check the other closures. ‘I don’t want to see any civilian vehicles going down it. No exceptions.’
‘But other officers let me drive down!’ the woman protested.
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Writing has always been a place rather than an activity, as if writing is somewhere I go, my very own Rapunzel’s tower. As a child I used to sit under the table writing stories. In fact, as an adult I tried to stop writing and concentrate on more grown up things but it never worked. In spite of my best intentions I would always find myself writing.
Still, sometimes it’s hard to begin. I am a great admirer of other writers and I can sometimes feel silenced by their greatness. I also have this fear that it won’t come, that I won’t be able to get to that place where things start happening.
The answer to this, I’ve found, is to sit down and do it. It’s a discipline and, like exercising, it might be difficult to start but it’s great as soon as I’ve begun. If I’m really nervous starting I set the timer on my phone for an hour telling myself that I’ll just do that hour and if it doesn’t work I’m allowed to give up. Invariably that gets me going and then I’m immersed in it. I’m notorious for not hearing things that my family say to me when I’m at my desk.
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