The amazing thing now is that most of those so-called critics who were telling me to find my own voice seem to have lost theirs.

If, like Harry Keogh, I could talk to the dead - God, there are an awful lot of people I would like to speak to! Not least my father. Being in the army for 22 years, I didnt see enough of him, and I know there are a great many things I could have learned from him.

German readers are much like Brits or Americans: They read for the thrill of it, the occasional shudder down the spine, knowing it's not real - but looking over their shoulders anyway, just in case.

There are lots of other things that I haven't done, places I haven't seen. So eventually I'll have to find time for those things while there still is time.

And I have to consider myself fortunate, because there are plenty of writers who spend most of a lifetime looking for that certain something without ever finding it.

I'll know when the ideas aren't fresh anymore. And I'll know when writing doesn't give me a thrill anymore.

Writers are in the entertainment business, and it gives me lots of pleasure to entertain my readers.