I have always worked in bed. Not like that, get that dirty little mind out of the gutter. Despite being messy (I have never owned biro-free sheets and regularly find tea-stains or biscuit crumbs), ergonomically unsound and supposedly contributing to stress-related insomnia, I love writing in bed. In fact, that’s where I am right now, propped up on 3 pillows and listening to the Beatles.

I know many writers including Chris Baty, founder of NaNoWriMo, can’t write within sight of a bed because they can’t resist the lure of a nap. I have that problem with reading but it’s not an issue for writing. However, when I’m getting into a project properly, I suddenly find myself desperately needing sleep. No matter how many alarms I set I’ll sleep right through weekend mornings and find myself comatose by 8:30 every evening.

This particular method of procrastination worries me because it shows how deep my reluctance to actually start anything goes. This isn’t just me being knowingly lazy; it’s my subconscious mind committing sabotage.