You all know (I think…I must have mentioned it before…) that I started this blog because I was told I had to. The surprising and wonderful thing is that I love the people it’s introduced me to. I never expected that. Getting back to the had to it all started because I had written this book, and publishers—oh yes, and we all know what happened to the publishing deal and I won’t bore you with that again—anyway, publishers wouldn’t look at me twice unless I had a platform. I chose the Hollywood thing because I’m familiar with it, and at the outset I wanted to hide behind it. Yes, hide. Believe it or not, in real life I am not very verbose, unless I know somebody well, and then it’s like reading this blog—blah, blah, blah—more times a day than most people can stand.
And now about stealing lines, I steal bits of people’s lives and juggle them around and jot them down. Isn’t that what everyone who writes fiction does? My friend, Michael, asked me what author was most influential in my writing, and thinking about it now it wasn’t an author, it was a screenwriter and a director: Billy Wilder. Now, I’m not claiming to be as talented as Mr Wilder—don’t worry I haven’t mislaid my marbles—but I have some similar attitudes. I have a lot of fun with words, I don’t take what I do too seriously, and my main objective is to entertain.
Three guesses what I named the heroine of my next novel. Did I hear someone say Billie?