I have been thinking lately of how we use little bits and pieces of our lives, memories and experiences to fill in the spaces and emotional pockets of our writing. Someone from our past who had a strange, interesting, disturbing, wonderful or unique nature somehow finds their way into our work. Maybe in the form of a stranger, minor character or even in another form – but the essence is still there. I have been thinking about how certain people from my childhood have crept into my work. Who has crept into yours and if you had only one chance to immortalize someone in your books, who would it be, and why?