Lockdown might feel difficult, but the children in VC Andrews’s book were in that attic for years I’m editing my second novel. I say I’m editing my second novel: what I’m actually doing is opening the document and staring at it for a couple of minutes before realising that actually I’m not thinking anything, and that a song is playing in my head. Then I decide that I’d be more comfortable writing somewhere else in my flat. Next, I tinker with at maximum a couple of sentences before deciding that watching one quick music video would help me to be productive. So I put one on, and make a cup of tea. Then I come back and look at the document again and decide that I hate it, and think “well maybe you won’t hate it after you’ve eaten something”, so I get up and – you’re getting the point. Related: 'Awful and fabulous': the madness of Flowers in the Attic Continue reading...