If there is something that fiction writers never fail to serve their readers wholeheartedly is the false image they present to them. It is unheard of for a writer to write something from the blues in the sense that he or she writes things he or she can’t identify with. In most cases, writers will put down a story that happened in their surroundings or important still in their own lives (except of course writers who write research papers and book reports). It is the latter probability rather than the former that causes people to develop false images or develop funny impressions about the real identities of the writers in question.
It is very hard for most people to differentiate between the real life of people and what they put down as a piece of literature. Essentially, most people like drawing parallels between the two scenarios but I couldn’t differ more. My research has shown me beyond reasonable doubt that what UK writers put down is very different from who they actually are. The false image readers have of their writers is just that: a false image borne in the mind and whose existence is in the mind. Nonetheless, there are some writers like Jack Higgins who maintain a nice image both in their books and in real life.