The last weekend of
the ski season in Europe can be fantastic for the enthusiast. Most hotels are
booked Saturday to Saturday, so the last tourists have gone home and, in France
at least, the locals cannot be bothered to ski that late in the season. You
pretty much get the whole mountain to yourself. That was definitely the case in
April 2011. Unfortunately there was another factor in play. It had barely
snowed since January and the pistes were empty of people… and snow. The lifts
had closed and there was nothing to do. I got out my brand new Apple Mac and
started to rough out a story based on a girl who got caught between the crooks
who run the illegal Thai Lottery and a man who had a winning ticket and was
determined that he would be paid out. An interesting short story, I thought,
maybe 20 or 30 pages. I run a couple of web-sites for friends who go on golf
tours, they were usually pretty appreciative of my posts. The plan was to
circulate the story to them and leave it there. It did not go according to
plan.
Do you like “people
watching?”
I love it. Italy is a
favourite holiday destination and I have long enjoyed the evening promenade
that is a feature in many Italian cities. To start with, I wanted to rush to
the local bar to get a good seat, certain it would rapidly pack with locals. I
was wrong; Italians enjoy the promenade so that people can look at them, not so
that they can be part of the audience. I like to sit, watch and make up stories
about the people I can see. I thought Italy was great, Thailand is even better.
I am deeply indebted to the many people who sat alongside me in the bars of
Thailand or just walked past in the street and inadvertently gave me the raw
material for the book.
Vaguely encouraged by
the fact that the Lottery story seemed to be coming together, I wrote it all
down and tried to weave it into a coherent novel. The French trip was two-week
thing and I wasn’t going to be skiing. I
drove back to the UK with 30,000 words and a hobby was born.
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