If you just popped over from my lovely friend, Gemma Brocato , welcome. If not welcome as well, but you might want to pop back and see what she was to say. Today Collette Cameron is asking us all to let her into our writing caves. She wants to know:
Answer is simple; none really. Keep me supplied with coffee and Nicorette and I'm good to go. I gave up smoking about a year ago and still need that gum to activate my muse (and prevent me from savaging someone.) I heard once that Roald Dahl kept his kidney stones in a jar on his desk. When I hear stuff like that, it makes me think I should work up a quirk or two.
I have to have silence around me, most days I have two Golden Retrievers guarding the writing cave, and off I go. But if I did have quirks they would be of the Dame Barbara Cartland variety. I quite fancy the idea of draping myself over a chaise lounge, wearing an evening gown and wafting a feather boa. I draw the line at dying to Goldies pink, not gonna happen.
So, all in all, very mundane over here. Keep on going and see if the wonderfully wise and warm J.J Devine has an strange writing crutches.