BookBrunch - No work being done

Besides, books choose their own pace. They make other decisions too. It's only lately that I've noticed something odd about my novels: that for all my back-and-forth travels, they're apparently taking root. Once set largely in Oxford, with occasional trips to the capital and elsewhere, they've become London-bound - in the static sense - and can no longer be bothered to drag themselves home when they're done. Maybe this is because the big city offers more noirish opportunities. Certainly it felt a more appropriate setting for Nobody Walks, whose protagonist returns there after years abroad to re-encounter old enemies and make some new ones. Bitter, broken, disillusioned types return to Oxford all the time, of course, but they're usually attending their college reunions. If you're going to paint havoc on the backstreets, London's the more obvious bet.