I wonder if it’s possible to be too good at compartmentalising yourself?
Sometimes a person will ask what I’ve been doing, and I’ll say, “Nothing, I don’t think.
Just taking the dogs out and watching Strictly.” And then, about ten minutes later,
I’ll remember, “But I did finish the revisions for a new book the other day, and now
I’m waiting to hear the verdict from the publisher.” Writing books is an intense
activity, but it’s separate from life somehow. Writers, when they get together,
rarely talk about the work they’re doing. They talk about Strictly and taking the