I used to think professional musicians, artists and writers were the epitome of creative success. They’d bypassed nine-to-five monotony and were travelling the world, being recognised for, and making a living from, their craft.
‘And when the kids wake up, I close my computer and I go about my day… I walk to work, and I think about my novel; and I walk home from work, and I think about my novel. And then I deal with the fuss of the kids and dinner and bed and reading… And then I go to bed, and I get up, and do it all again.’
