My inspiration comes from everywhere. I’m an avid reader of anything I can get my hands on; I like to imagine what happens after I’ve read the last page, where do the characters go? I muse on normality being forced into an abnormal condition, where someone I know or some part of my own character is forced to confront a situation they could never have imagined.
I’m shouting at the tosser in the next cell, he’s shouting down the phone and now he’s shouting back at me. Can’t hear meself bloody think. Now it sounds like he’s on about someone having tricked him into giving them a baby for Chris’ sakes. I must relax, lie back on me bunk, and reflect on how I got into this position… and how I’m going to get out of it.