Chris Norris

So here I am, in my shed, which is where I do my writing. It has power, which means I can keep it heated in the winter. I don’t have a/c (yet), so in the height of summer I decamp to the house. The picture is a bit of a fake, because I don’t usually write when I’m sat at the bench. Instead, I enthrone myself in the big yellow chair, with my feet up on the ottoman. The blanket comes in handy during the winter.

I always wanted a writing shed like Roald Dahl or Dylan Thomas had. My first shed got crushed when a neighbor’s tree fell on it, which meant I was able to get this fancy one as a replacement. If you’re interested, this is the manufacturer. They did an awesome job. It doubles as a real shed full of tools and a workshop for various projects.

I try to write for at least a couple of hours a day, usually in the morning. I have music playing in the background – mostly seventies, to establish the vibe. Right now, I’m listening to a lot of Bowie, from his “Thin White Duke” era.