Twice a year, I take myself off to a self-imposed 'writer's retreat', staying at a small inn or on a friend's farm, where I am all alone and do nothing other than write. Jane Green farmfriendimpose Change image and share on social
I started to think about the assumptions we make that everyone we meet operates under the same moral code, and how betrayed we feel when that isn't the case. Jane Green assumptionbetraycase Change image and share on social
As a teenager, you are still entirely wrapped up in yourself. Jane Green teenagerwrap Change image and share on social
My training as a journalist was invaluable: when I worked on 'The Daily Express,' the editor would often ask for 1000 words within a couple of hours. I could not say I was not inspired. I had to get on with it. Jane Green coupledailyeditor share on social
When I first started writing, I was living in England and I had that uniquely English sense of sarcasm, which has definitely seemed to have left me. I am a naturalized American and my sensibility has become far more American. Jane Green americanenglandenglish share on social
I have a gorgeous office at home but tend not to write there because there are so many distractions. Jane Green distractiongorgeoushome Change image and share on social
I have only ever been to Antigua to hop over to other Caribbean islands. The airport had always seemed perfectly lovely, but I'm a quiet sort of holiday girl, and Antigua always seemed big. Jane Green airportantiguabig Change image and share on social
I write in the mornings once the kids have gone to school, taking my laptop and a coffee to a little writer's room in town where I plant noise-cancelling headphones on my head and get to work. Jane Green cancelcoffeehead Change image and share on social
I had just got married when I started writing my fourth novel. I'd come back from honeymoon, moved into our first house - a gorgeous little carriage house in London - and made my office on the third floor, overlooking the treetops in North West London. Jane Green backcarriagefloor share on social
As a child, growing up in Hampstead, North London, I was shockingly fair-skinned. Holidays involved me spending the second and third day face-down on a bed, shrieking should anyone touch my blistered skin. Jane Green bedblisterchild share on social