by Shelt Garner
I have long said that Stieg Larsson’s The Girl Who Played With Fire is my “textbook” for writing this novel. But recently any connection between the two works is growing ever more tenuous.
I say this because as my storytelling ability has grow stronger, the more I realize my story is so much different than Larsson’s story that using anything specific — on a structural level — from The Girl Who Played With Fire isn’t all that applicable anymore.
Anyway. Right now, the only thing stopping me from throwing myself back into the novel is the damn election. Once that’s out of the way — one way or another — I’m going to really go as quickly as possible.