When I was 14, my dog Tess, a cocker spaniel, got run over. Other than that, it’s very boring but I would like to be remembered as a good guy who was entertaining. I would like to leave behind some good books. I’ve got a bit of an obsession with death. He reads everything I write first and so he’s always being put through his paces all the time. The person I turn to most? It would probably have to be my partner who unfortunately for him gets all my worries and my anxiety. Particularly if you’ve got a full time job, you really have to force yourself to give up things, wake up early and all the rest of it. I’m good at forcing myself to work and that’s something you really need to do if you’re going to write a novel. My greatest quality is that I’m disciplined. The best life hack is when you see friends, you should always arrange the dates when you’re next going to see each other before you leave the restaurant or the bar because you’ve both established when you’re free so it’s in your diary and you’re not faffing around for ages. I really remember that feeling of just wanting to get it out of my head and into someone else’s.
That becomes almost stressful by the end because you’re just desperate for it to feel real to someone else. If no one’s reading it, it’s like living in some kind of personal opera and you’re the only person who can hear it. I used to write all sorts of things make up stories about the teddy bears in my room or men walking out of the house and getting into a train crash or stories about children doing things. This is going to sound quite awful but I always believed I would do it, that that dream would come true somehow even when it didn’t seem particularly obvious how it would happen. It’s actually taken me quite a long time considering I’m 33 now but I have always wanted to do that. I’ve got a children’s exercise book from when I was six saying ‘when I grow up, I want to be an author’. I just can’t really account for this lifelong love of reading and writing. I remember being given a red bus so I didn’t feel too jealous.
I think my earliest memory is of my brother being born.
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