Thoughts on writing

‘A man called Berg, who changed his name to Greb, came to a seaside town intending to kill his father… Window blurred by out of season spray. Above the sea, overlooking the town, a body rolls upon a creaking bed: fish without fins, flat-headed, white-scaled, bound by a corridor room – dimensions rarely touched by the sun – Alistair Berg,…

I was thinking this morning about ideas. A question that every author is asked at some stage in their writing career is: Where do you get your ideas from? It’s an obvious question which often results in a less than obvious response from the author. There is one thing to remember here: ideas are not plot. For me, ideas are…