
I don’t think I ever decided to write the book. It seemed to drip feed from somewhere within me over a year and a half. My inspiration for the book was probably a desire to say things that I thought really mattered. I think in my life I’ve often felt frustrated with conversations that don’t really touch on anything important. Many people said it wouldn’t make a book because there is no real narrative, but in the end, I realised that the narrative was the continual conversation they seemed to be having. The book was as much a journey of my own, as the journey the four characters went on. When it was finally printed in physical form, I was as surprised as anybody. I still look at it and feel quite amazed. I’ll always be grateful for the honest friends I have, who helped me write it.