Firstly, sorry not to have posted on Wednesday, but I was still on holiday in Turkey. Being away is wonderful for the writing mind. For a start I always read loads on holiday. Also, new locations always give me a portfolio of ideas to work on. I have been looking for a crime/suspense idea for my next pocket novel and new scenery made me think of how important the setting is to some crime novels. One of the films available in the house we rented was 'Insomnia' with Al Pacino. He plays an LA detective sent to remotest Alaska to investigate a murder. That region in summer has nearly 24 hour daylight resulting in the insomnia which plagues the detective - the very distinct landscape and constant daylight become almost like a character in the story. What's more the detective's guilt over a past incident came back to torture him during his sleepless nights.
I was visiting Turkey in the last few weeks of the holiday season. Although we stayed in a resort, Kalkan which is much like any other, it was eerily quiet and there was a feeling of the 'real' Turkey coming back to claim the land during the winter. When one day, we hired a car to drive from the busy beach resort into the hills I had no idea what a scary adventure it would become. Petrol being now as expensive in Turkey as it is in England, we only half filled the tank. We also woefully misjudged the distance into the hills which quickly became mountainous and remote. Before we knew it we had gone too far to get back easily and were dangerously close to running out of fuel on deserted steep roads where the odd goatherder was the only inhabitant. Add to that a frightening storm with the loudest thunder and brightest lightening I had ever seen and the setting was ripe for a scarey crime novel. We had gone so far up, we were in the clouds on slippery roads with hairpin bends.
We could easily have been stranded, without a word of Turkish and forced to find shelter for the night. The area has a rich history of antiquities being looted from sites like nearby Xanthos and taken out of the country by sea.
Suddenly I had a possible motive for murder, and thoughts of lost treasure which could easily be hidden in the mountains or shipped away at night in a small boat from the many isolated coves like this one just below our holiday rental....
I have blogged about the historical sites in Lycia over at my personal blog caracoopers.blogspot.com