I know this one has been doing the rounds but thought I'd post it too for anyone who might have missed it.
It has special resonance for me cos the guy's sitting on the balcony of a council flat ...
The trouble with living in a flat is that you can't be 'outside' but simultaneously 'at home', which is hardest in summer when the world beckons.
So I'm changing the way I write. After blogging I take a blanket and my pen and notebook (remember them?) and go out into the world beyond the balcony.
This is the way I always used to write. When I was working on Nirvana Bites I begged and borrowed laptops to type up the hand-written chunks I'd produced in the evenings lying on the settee and saved them onto floppy disks. I finished the book on the ancient DOS laptop someone gave me rather than throw away. It died literally after I finished the last words of the final draft.
When I got my advance, the first thing I did was buy my very own laptop, but I still continued to write in longhand. This gave me the freedom to write anywhere and everywhere. In the car (passenger - I don't drive), on the train, on a beach ... whenever and wherever the muse struck.
Let's hear it for pen and paper - the ultimate in convenience, portability, economy ...