GILES CHAPMAN
BOOK WRITERS don’t have to get up early. Nothing to do with the amount of absinthe we drink, but I’m a night owl – reading, researching or listening to music until the early hours – and my wife has to rouse my lifeless corpse using strong tea and dark threats. My circadian rhythm used to be my son’s school schedule, but since he started university I feel ever more the slacker. As does he, probably.
Book publishing has a majestically glacial pace and two years can elapse between first negotiations
