Over the years I have seen, heard, and read various interviews given by writers, and the question about how much of the writer is in the story is quite often fudged. That may be from a natural modesty or an effort to mystify the process.
If you like Superman in your own story or perhaps more a shadowy Alfred Hitchcock lurking somewhere in his movies. Which option you prefer is irrelevant because in both cases all of you is in there!
Ok, that may seem an oversimplification, but I can't see how it can be otherwise. Writing is deeply personal and rises from within you, therefore all of your attitudes, opinions, and personality traits influence what you produce. That is also true in all genres. I think it is the case that some like to enhance the mystique of being a writer.
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The story is a speculative journey into a possible future that may lie ahead of us all. There is evidence that such a future may not be impossible. We have been warned that unless we increase the ability to produce electricity there could be power cuts in the next ten years. Our modern-day lives are permeated through with the need for electricity and its production.
Although Cessation could be categorised as a dystopian story I find that rather a negative word and the purpose of writing the tale is to allow elements of hope in a seemingly desperate situation.
The story begins in 2023 a couple of years after the lights go out for the last time. Our group of survivors is thrown together on a farm in the low Pennines north of the M62 motorway and within striking distance of a number of northern towns which could prove useful for supplies. Initially, the group is small and lives on a farm called Serendipity but as time passes the size of the group waxes and wanes for a variety of reasons.
Although Cessation could be categorised as a dystopian story I find that rather a negative word and the purpose of writing the tale is to allow elements of hope in a seemingly desperate situation.
The story begins in 2023 a couple of years after the lights go out for the last time. Our group of survivors is thrown together on a farm in the low Pennines north of the M62 motorway and within striking distance of a number of northern towns which could prove useful for supplies. Initially, the group is small and lives on a farm called Serendipity but as time passes the size of the group waxes and wanes for a variety of reasons.
Irrespective of how you see yourself as a writer, it is your right to divulge or conceal information about your process.
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