My name is John Marrs and I’m a writer from Northamptonshire, England.

I write in two styles. For psychological thrillers, check out When You Disappeared, The Good Samaritan, Her Last Move, The Vacation, What Lies Between Us, Keep It In The Family, The Stranger In Her House and You Killed Me First. For speculative fiction, try The One, The Passengers, The Minders, The Marriage Act and The Family Experiment.

No, they are all stand alone stories. There are some mentions of characters and storylines that pop up in more than one book though.

I wanted to be a journalist when I realised I wasn’t very good at anything else! I was okay at school but awful at exams – I failed my Maths GCSE four times. English Language and Literature were my favourite subjects. Then at the age of 18, I started writing for local newspapers in Northampton, Daventry and Peterborough before gravitating to London to write for the nationals including the News of the World’s Sunday magazine, The Guardian and Daily Express. Eventually I went freelance, interviewing celebrities for all kinds of publications and writing features for magazines like Q, Total Film, GT, Classic Pop, Men’s Health and Arena.

Just to see if I could do it, like a challenge to myself. I read an article in a magazine that had me thinking ‘this sounds like a great concept for a book’ and I just started writing it. No plotting, no forward thinking, just writing. A year or so later and it was complete. It eventually became When You Disappeared. However, it was rejected by 80 agents and publishers.

The novel sat in a folder on my laptop for the best part of six months before I decided to self-publish on Amazon. My goal was to get 100 people I didn’t know to download it. It took a lot of self-promotion online and on social media, but it did well. Eventually it came to the attention of an editor at publisher Thomas & Mercer. She got in contact asking if I’d be interested in them taking it on, I accepted and the book has since sold more than 500,000 copies. At the same time, I self-published my third novel, The One, and in exactly the same way it happened with Disappeared, it was discovered by an editor at Penguin who asked to take it on. It’s since been translated into 35 languages and in 2021, it became an eight-part Netflix series. In 2021, Pan Macmillan took on my second self-published book, Welcome To You Are, and published it under the new title The Vacation.

Ideas come to me from anywhere. I’ll type them into my phone or write them in a notebook and keep developing them until they’re fully formed. Sometimes they come at me from a friend’s throwaway comment or a newspaper story that inspires me and makes me want to explore further. Other times, I can have a kernel of an idea and over time it develops into something bigger. It might come from a meeting someone new, a dream, people-watching… all of these have resulted in books at some point in my writing career.

My first five books were written on trains when I commuted to and from London each day. I’d slip on my noise reducing headphones and ignore the world to create my own. But I can write anywhere. Now I’ll go to the gym for around 7.30am, then afterwards, start writing in the restaurant for a few hours before continuing at home. I try to get at least 2,000 words written a day, which is very doable. Even if they are rubbish, it doesn’t matter. It’s something to work on. I do write better in late afternoons than first thing in the morning though. I always print the book out to do my edits, makes notes in coloured pens.

I have no plans to as yet. By the time I have finished a book, that’s it for me, I don’t want to revisit it. I get bored easily and move on, excited by the next project.

When I was a boy, I’d spend many an hour in the local libraries of my hometown of Northampton. I devoured the Hardy Boys books by the conglomerate of writers known as Franklin W Dixon. Before I discovered them, much of what I read had been British based. The Hardy Boys ignited my interest in books set beyond our shores. Then JRR Tolkien took my imagination into a whole new realm with his graphic descriptions of fantasy worlds. Later, in my twenties, The Beach by Alex Garland made a huge impact on me. Everyday life and my work as a journalist had interrupted my love of reading for quite a number of years until that book came along. Gillian Flynn showed me you can never get too dark with your characters; Tom Rob Smith showed me how to think cinematically and Stephen King demonstrated you shouldn’t be afraid to mix up your genres. Peter Swanson taught me there’s no shame in killing off a central character mid-way through a book if it serves the storyline well.

Absolutely surreal. I spent a morning watching scenes being filmed in London. As a journalist, I’d been on many TV set visits over the years but never to see something based on something I had written. At one point, I sat on a balcony watching the cast acting out a scene together in front of a room full of technicians and cameramen and thought ‘they’re all here because of this crazy idea I had.’ It was a unique moment.

I read them on NetGalley and Goodreads but only in the run up to a release so that I can get an idea of what people think. After that, I’ll keep an eye on the average rating but I have stopped reading them anywhere, including Amazon. Reviews are a message from one reader to another. They are none of my business.

They are:   The Beach - Alex Garland The Catcher In The Rye - JD Salinger The Heart's Invisible Furies - John Boyne The Circle - Dave Eggers The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood A Little Life - Hanya Hanagihara Gone Girl - Gillian Flynn The Kind Worth Killing - Peter Swanson American Psycho - Brett Easton Ellis True Crime Story - Joseph Knox Daisy Jones and the Six - Taylor Jenkins Reid The Mosquito Coast - Paul Theroux Different Seasons - Stephen King The Lord Of The Rings trilogy - JRR Tolkien The Secret History - Donna Tartt The Talented Mr Ripley - Patricia Highsmith Trust - Hernan Diaz Our Little Cruelties - Liz Nugent All The Colours Of The Dark - Chris Whitaker George Orwell - Animal farm