My writing space has no desk or shelves. There’s no space for books, whether for reference or simply to distract me from the looming deadline in hand. There aren’t even any walls or space to pin up images as inspiration.
What my writing space does have though, is windows. Loads of them. 360 degree windows – Imax strength.
What makes these windows even more special is the fact that the view through them changes every second: one minute it’s the electric buzz of Elephant and Castle, the next time I look up, I’m in the shadows of the glorious South Bank and Big Ben.
You see, Heroic, and Saving Daisy before it, were written entirely on the X68 bus: the glorious red chariot that shepherds me to and from work. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.