My morning, you can well imagine, slipped by and soon, the time came to pick up the children and resume my current responsibities. As I left, the thick dark clouds were drifting eastward and exposed the glare of the midday sun. The thick warmth, the curtains that had been drawn on the world earlier, now open and revealed the world once again. Upon my return, I did a bit of cursory research on Clarke. The last segment of her interview caught my attention:
Is there any particular ritual involved in your writing process (favourite pen, lucky charm, south-facing window)?
I can write most places. I particularly like writing on trains. Being between places is quite liberating and looking out of the window, watching a procession of landscapes and random-ish objects is very good for stories. I like darkened rooms too — and lamplight — and the sound of rain. On sunny afternoons I’ve been known to draw the curtains, switch on the light and play a CD of rain falling. It creates a sort of quiet, private world which helps writing sometimes.
How did I know that Johnathan Strange and Mr. Norrell was written especially for a rainy day?