I never expected to make money from writing
After dropping out of university I had a series of jobs – waitressing and working in retail – alongside which I was writing, but very sporadically. Whenever something came into my head, I’d have a go at it: a story, a poem, an essay. When I was about 24, I began to think about writing in a more serious, career-minded way. Even then, it wasn’t really something I expected to make money from. One of the reasons I eventually started writing professionally was that I’m not good at having an office job. I’m not suited to it. At around 26, after many failed experiments with that sort of working lifestyle, I thought, ‘‘Well, the only thing I know I’m any good at is writing’.
Darkness helps me concentrate
With my journalism, I’m more adaptable in terms of where I work and often write in cafes or shared workspaces. When it came to the novel, however, I needed a private space where I could be peaceful. Somewhere I could work in the dark too, as sometimes I need to have the lights off to concentrate. I wrote part of the book in Greece, where I rented a flat for a few months. I got a bursary from an arts council in London of around €1,200.
In London, that doesn’t last you very long so I thought I may as well use that limited amount of money to rent somewhere cheaper, where I could buy myself some more time. Greece sounded like a dreamy set up. I was more disciplined writing the book than I had been before, since I knew I had a limited amount of time. Because I was in this amazingly beautiful place, if I wanted to go swimming all day then I’d do that and then just work all night.