Born and raised into the Children of God, an apocalyptic religious cult that didn’t allow education beyond sixth grade, or access to television and books from the outside, I’d spent most of my life insulated from popular culture. By the time I was an adult and free of the cult, and had started writing THE INFORMATIONIST, I’d read perhaps thirty novels, most of them thrillers, and most of them, like Robert Ludlum’s books, not at all current.
I was determined to write “a fiction book” but I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t set out specifically to write a thriller, I simply started with what I knew—the types of books that Ludlum wrote—and found out later about genre. And I hadn’t deliberately intended to create a world-class, kick-ass heroine either, it sort of just happened. It wasn’t even until feedback started arriving from test readers that I clued in to how strong—and perhaps unusual—Vanessa Michael Munroe is.
My initial desire in developing THE INFORMATIONIST, before there were characters, or plot, or any idea really of what I would write, was to bring to life some of the foreign and exotic worlds I’d lived in, and Vanessa Michael Munroe, chameleon and predator, a woman with her own brand of morality and a take-no-prisoners form of justice, gradually came alive as a result of the demanding locations through which the story traveled.