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My first two books were written mostly in dormitory beds in South American hostels, so it still feels luxurious to actually have a writing room to talk about. (Writing in bed was a terrible error: I got a permanent coccyx injury. If you're a writer, and you're reading this, STOP BLOOMING WELL WRITING IN YOUR BED! My Osteopath asked me to say that. I do still write in bed when I'm feeling naughty but it's a pointless rebellion.)
These days I am lucky enough to have two writing rooms. The first is in my house. It looks all pretty and aspirational in the photo, but do not be fooled. It's a disgraceful tip in the parts of the room that you can't see. This is partly because it's the dumping ground for boxes we have yet to unpack (we moved in a year ago) and partly because I am just a lazy old goat. The filing cabinet is a monstrosity. I bought it at the Shepton Mallet flea, and convinced myself that I’d turn it into something beautiful. I failed.
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The other writing room is in a creative co-operative in Bristol, where you can rent pretty much any sort of workspace, be it a studio, a workshop or a desk. Over the last few years I’ve come to realise that – for me at least – solitude is the enemy of all creativity. If I'm to write vivid characters and gripping stories I need real people near me; without them my writing quickly turns beige. Also, I’m very aware that people expect belly laughs when they buy my books, and in order to deliver such hilarity I have to interact with other humans. I’m chronically unfunny when left unattended.
The first day I spent hotdesking at the co-op, someone said, “Hello, who are you? Would you like a cup of tea?” And I was so grateful for the sound of a human voice in the middle of a bad writing day that I nearly wept. “I WOULD LOVE ONE SO MUCH,” I yelled. She looked perplexed for a bit, and then smiled and said, “It’s such a relief to work with other humans, isn’t it?”
It really is.
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