Ian Rankin - so that was 2015 then................

So that was 2015, then . . . In my head, I think of it as six months of writing a book, four months of waiting for that book to be published and two months of promoting it after it hit the shops. Looking back at the trusty kitchen calendar, however, I see there was more to it than that. (Did you know that my whole life is run via our kitchen calendar? I never know what I’m doing on any given day or week until I consult it. It stands in for the PA/secretary I don’t have.) So, yes, I spent a good chunk of the first half of the year writing Even Dogs in the Wild.  Much of that book was written during a few sustained trips to my bolt hole in Cromarty. Just me and my ancient laptop and evening visits to the Cromarty Arms for nourishment. And the book really flew. Not having written a novel the previous year, it’s as though the story was bursting to be told, the characters desperate to be saying and doing. I recall that I didn’t always feel in control of the plot – but the novel knew where it wanted to go, so I just clung on by my fingertips. More