Mostly, the life of an author is this: drag yourself out of bed at an ungodly hour, hit the gym (if you want to hope to counteract all the time spent draped over a keyboard), go to work, see friends and do normal things in the evening – and somewhere – just somewhere – along the way – squeeze in time to write. Sometimes I write in the morning, sometimes in the evening into the wee hours. When a story takes hold, it can take over and then I just listen to the inner voice.
Which is why seeing the finished fruit of your labours is so gosh-darn exciting. I’ve been popping into bookshops whenever I can – between seeing friends and family, work and other wonders – and it’s been a delight to see Frankie Fox’s first adventure READY, SET, SPY in-store everywhere I go, tended to lovingly by that amazing breed of people – booksellers.