Im a devotee of Dracula, which was a pathfinder in horror and vampire fiction.

I submitted manuscripts to publishers. This was not so much a feeling that I should be published as a wish to escape the feared and hated drudgery of normal work.

I like films, or some films, and would be intrigued to see my work on screen.

The humble were the elect of God. Did not the priests teach so, in their gemmed, kingly robes, from their towering pulpits?

I've been criticised for writing in too complex a manner for younger people.

I like writing about women, weak and strong, pathetic and heroic. I like writing about men, ditto. And all the variants of men and women, beasts and demons.

I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does?