Sometimes I feel slightly envious of the authors who can answer the question “How did you come up with an idea for your book?” in a fun exciting manner. I wish I could do the same, but it wouldn’t be true.
It all started because I was bored to death on one fine November evening in an empty apartment. We moved to another state on a whim, and all the furniture and books were still in some container in route to our new home. All we had was an air-mattress, a small table lamp, clothes, travel necessities and “The Good Omens” book that I got fond of and had finished earlier than I hoped.
It was after midnight, my husband was asleep, and I was staring at the ceiling. So, I grabbed a notebook, where we were noting our travel schedules and to-do lists and started to write down a novel for myself. This is the exact moment the first pages of 2.18 were born.
Afterwards, the scenes and chapters were created and written in the weirdest places – on a desolated highway from Colorado to Wyoming under B-Tribe tune, during a tedious meeting at work, deep down in the catacombs of Kiev Pechersk Lavra in Ukraine, dancing in the darkness under Afro-Celt Sound System band, hiking with my dog in a National Forest. .. It has been a wild journey.
I am thrilled, scared and excited to share 2.18 with all of you. I know you will enjoy it!
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