All Kafka, all the time, was not my intent for this blog . But I don't mind him roaming around.
A most startling situation regarding Kafka and my (re)construction of his life occurred when I had been working on the manuscript a couple of months. I initially (of course) had the hope of literally writing a diary entry a day. Naturally, not only did my real life intervene, but some of the constructed diary entries took days to write. Also, many of my diary entries were but a few lines long, and I would do more.
In one instance, as I was checking Kafka's real diaries, I noted that one of his entries had the exact date as the day I was reading it. That is, if he was filling in Friday, 19 October (for I forget the exact day I realized this), I was reading it on Friday, 19 October. I quickly looked at a perpetual calendar, and not only was the year in which I was writing an exact numerical year to his, so was the following year.
As a result, I believe my novel took on a more authentic flavour. When I put pen to paper on the 14th of March, it was also a Wednesday in 1917.