from Pulp Driver
This was so much fun to write. However, here are my excuses – I used Aussie slang as explained by Margot Robbie, and I probably used it poorly. I invented some road systems around Sydney, and happily forgot others. I got wrapped up in Evie, and I dare you not to. I wrote the whole thing in British English, remembered to drive on the left hand side of the road, and I flagrantly sensationalised thievery. Along the way, I watched Death Proof, Baby Driver, John Wick – Chapters 1 and 2 – several times. I endured Vanishing Point – sorry, not a fan, and I read Andrew Vachss’ “The Getaway Man”, and I urge you to do the same. I read Tarantino’s script for “Death Proof”, and tried really, really hard not to fall in love with Jungle Julia – see the film, you’ll understand. Just see it! I let Mad Max inspire me, and I listened to Kasabian so loud it hurt. I accelerated far too quickly onto the motorway, watched too many YouTube car videos (who knew that Jay Leno had a garage?), and, ultimately, I discovered a whole new world that I knew of, but had never explored.
This is what I did while I wrote Pulp Driver.
What you do, is up to you.