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I like Ian Rankin. His books are smart and different, and not precious. And he's funny.

After reading this interview in The Guardian, I like him even more. He shall be my mentor.

One great question, and then, I'll link to the article so you can also smile and nod and rub your chin and then, become melancholy because you (me) will never be this clever:

What's the biggest myth about being a novelist?

That we're introspective, sensitive souls and have arcane knowledge. I used to think that: whenever I heard that someone had taken 10 years to write a novel, I'd think it must be a big, serious book. Now I think, "No – it took you one year to write, and nine years to sit around eating Kit Kats."

Read the rest here.