2 April 2018
I spent much of this winter living on an abandoned island in the Hebrides, writing my second book. For six weeks, it was just me and my dog in a cabin without electricity, internet or central heating. I had a suspicion that the solitude might be good for my writing (it was), but that wasn't the main reason I was there. In fact, I was there for the same reason as I was writing in the first place, and because of the same motivation that has compelled me for as long as I can remember.