I'm lucky to have a spare room (or, as I'll always correct myself, a Spare Oom) in the house, to serve as an office. It's quiet, with some inspiring art on the walls, a comfortable chair that goes up and down, and an uncluttered desk.

And yet, 90% of my writing is actually done here, amidst the myriad distractions of the kitchen, on a straight-backed wooden chair that I can't move around for fear of disturbing a sleeping dog.