I can write anywhere but I particularly love the feeling of resting a notepad on my knee and curling into the huge cushion on my sofa, preferably with a blanket over me and a cup of tea by my side. In fact, that’s all I need from a writing space – somewhere comfy with place for a mug. As a teenager, I loved writing in public, creating this image of myself as someone very enigmatic with interesting stories to tell. I still like the act of writing surrounded by people but it now feels very different, as if my pad and pen are a bit of a forcefield from the rest of the world. People don’t interrupt writers in public, assuming it is a vitally important task we are carrying out. Which of course, it is! Is anything more important than creating new worlds?