Author Interview : Iain Reading
Iain Reading is the author of the wonderful adventure series Kitty Hawk Flying Detective Agency featuring the travels and escapades of Kitty, a teenage adventurer. You can read my review of book 1 here
Today he's here at the blog talking about writing, travelling, nature and answering some really interesting questions for us!
Today he's here at the blog talking about writing, travelling, nature and answering some really interesting questions for us!
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I think it was somewhere between wanting to be a musician and wanting to be a professional world traveller. I didn't succeed at the former and I don't think the latter job exists so I was kind of stuck.
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How did Kitty come into being? Was she inspired by anyone in particular?
Kitty Hawk was one of those wonderful accidents of fate where I thought to myself "Wouldn't it be cool if there was a mystery-solving teenaged pilot names Kitty Hawk?" (Kitty Hawk is, of course, a town in North Carolina where the Wright brothers flew the first airplane.) Once I thought that, the obvious answer was YES, it WOULD be cool. And that's all it took to nag me into trying to bring the character into being.
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The descriptions of the places in your book are so vivid; I can't help wondering if you've travelled to these places? Do you think it's necessary to have been to a place to write about it?
To answer the first question, yes indeed I have travelled to the places described in the books. I am very lucky and grateful to be able to do that. And I really believe that it does make the books better that I have done that. However, to answer the second question, I don't think its absolute necessary to do so. The world is full of a lot of information accessible to a lot of people. But I will say that having visited the places certainly has helped drive the stories in directions they never would have gone and that it makes them feel better somehow.
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Writers are often associated with loner tendencies; is there and truth to that?
I'm not sure. I'd suggest that you ask my friends if they think I am a loner, but I actually don't have any friends. Not really. (Cue the sympathetic sighs of the crowd)
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There is a lot of focus on nature protection and sustainable development in the book. What is your opinion about the current state of both?
I think there is definitely not enough being done in the world to protect the beauty and resources of our amazing little planet.It's not something I am known for being a strong advocate of, but definitely the current state is that MORE can be done by everyone from myself to big companies and governments. (More to follow on this tricky issue in Kitty Hawk Book #3)
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I've only read book one as of now but I'm aware that Kitty travels to a new place in each book. Which of these places was your favorite to write about?
Of the five books so far..... that is a tough question. Ummmmmm. Yikes. Okay. Let's say... oh no... I am not sure! Okay. Fort Jefferson in the Florida Keys. No wait! Iceland??? Iceland is amazing. See? It's impossible to choose?
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The What was your favourite book growing up, and do you think it helped shape who you are now?
To My favourite book when I was quite young was a book called Beebo and the Funny Machine. (Google that one... you can't even buy it anymore... I have a very expensive copy of it from decades ago that I got as a present once.) I was also very fond of the Enclyclopedia Brown books as well, and in fact that was sort of how I envisioned the Kitty Hawk books being, but in the end it didn't quite feel right.
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Is there a message in your books that you hope readers will grasp?
The thing I hope the most is that readers will discover new places and new histories from this beautiful planet of ours and that they will be as inspired as possible to go out and see these places for themselves. And if not, that at least they can travel in imagination to some of these amazing places that Kitty Hawk visits.
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Have you ever read your own writing and tried to see it from the reader's point of view?
To Yikes! Never! My own writing? Are you crazy? I would be so embarrassed.
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Prologue
Back Where The Entire Adventure Began
As soon as the engine
began to sputter, I knew that I was in real trouble. Up until then, I had
somehow managed to convince myself that there was just something wrong with the
fuel gauges. After all, how could I possibly have burnt through my remaining
fuel as quickly as the gauges seemed to indicate? It simply wasn't possible.
But with the engine choking and gasping, clinging to life on the last fumes of
aviation fuel, it was clear that when the fuel gauges read, "Empty,"
they weren't kidding around.
The lightning strike
that took out my radio and direction-finding gear hadn't worried me all that
much. (Okay, I admit it worried me a little bit.) It wasn't the first time that
this had happened to me, and besides, I still had my compasses to direct me to
where I was going. But I did get a little bit concerned when I found nothing
but open ocean as far my eyes could see at precisely the location where I fully
expected to find tiny Howland Island—and its supply of fuel for the next leg of
my journey—waiting for me. The rapidly descending needles on my fuel gauges
made me even more nervous as I continued to scout for the island, but only when
the engine began to die did I realize that I really had a serious problem on my
hands.
The mystery of the
disappearing fuel.
The enigma of the
missing island.
The conundrum of what
do I do now?
"Exactly,"
the little voice inside my head said to me in one of those annoying
'I-told-you-so' kind of voices. "What do you do now?"
"First, I am going
to stay calm," I replied. "And think this through."
"You'd better
think fast," the little voice said, and I could almost hear it tapping on
the face of a tiny wristwatch somewhere up there in my psyche. "If you
want to make it to your twentieth birthday, that is. Don't forget that you're almost out of
fuel."
"Thanks a
lot," I replied. "You're a big help."
Easing forward with the
control wheel I pushed my trusty De Havilland Beaver into a nosedive. Residual
fuel from the custom-made fuel tanks at the back of the passenger cabin
dutifully followed the laws of gravity and spilled forward, accumulating at the
front and allowing the fuel pumps to transfer the last remaining drops of fuel
into the main forward belly tank. This maneuver breathed life back into the
engine and bought me a few more precious minutes to ponder my situation.
"Mayday, mayday,
mayday," I said, keying my radio transmitter as I leveled my flight path
out again. "This is aircraft Charlie Foxtrot Kilo Tango Yankee, calling
any ground station or vessel hearing this message, over."
I keyed the mic off and
listened intently for a reply. Any reply. Please? But there was nothing. There
was barely even static. My radio was definitely fried.
It was hard to believe
that it would all come down to this. After the months of preparation and
training. After all the adventures that I'd had, the friends I'd made, the
beauty I'd experienced, the differences and similarities I'd discovered from
one culture to the next and from one human being to the next. All of this in
the course of my epic flight around the entire world.
Or I should say,
"my epic flight almost around the entire world," in light of
my current situation.
And the irony of it was
absolutely incredible. Three-quarters of a century earlier the most famous
female pilot of them all had disappeared over this exact same endless patch of
Pacific Ocean on her own quest to circle the globe. And she had disappeared
while searching for precisely the same island that was also eluding me as I scanned
the horizon with increasing desperation.
"Okay," I
thought to myself. "Just be cool and take this one step at a time to think
the situation through." I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing,
slowing it down and reining in the impulse to panic. Inside my head, I quickly
and methodically replayed every flight that I'd ever flown. Every emergency I'd
ever faced. Every grain of experience that I had accumulated along the long
road that had led me to this very moment. Somewhere in there was a detail that
was the solution to my current predicament. I was sure of it. And all I had to
do was find it.
Maybe the answer to my
current situation lay somewhere among the ancient temples of Angkor in
Cambodia? Or in the steamy jungles of east Africa? Or inside the towering
pyramids of Giza? Or among the soaring minarets of Sarajevo? Or on the emerald
rolling hills and cliffs of western Ireland? Or on the harsh and rocky lava
fields of Iceland?
Wherever the answer
was, it was going to have to materialize quickly, or another female pilot (me)
would run the risk of being as well-known throughout the world as Amelia
Earhart. And for exactly the same reason.
"It's been a good
run at least," the little voice inside my head observed, turning oddly
philosophical as the fuel supplies ran critically low. "You've had more
experiences on this journey around the world than some people do in their
entire lifetime."
"That's it!"
I thought.
Maybe the answer to all
this lies even further back in time? All the way back to the summer that had
inspired me to undertake this epic journey in the first place. All the way back
to where North America meets the Pacific Ocean—the islands and glaciers and
whales of Alaska.
All
the way back to where this entire adventure began.
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