In the early days, it was, you know, I used to weep while I was writing. I used to grab at any kind of anything, any hint, any tip of how to make it easy. Sue Townsend dayearlyeasy Change image and share on social
My cream and black Aga. It is the heart of the house, and people congregate around it. Sue Townsend agablackcongregate Change image and share on social
Every time I start a new piece of work, I spend a long while under the duvet thinking I can't do it. Sue Townsend duvetlongpiece Change image and share on social
When I was a child, I dreaded blindness. We used to ask: 'Would we rather be blind or deaf?' I said I'd rather be blind, even though I was scared of it. I couldn't bear not being able to hear music or talk to people. Sue Townsend bearblindblindness share on social
Lack of confidence - every time I start a new piece of work, it seems I have to spend a long while under the duvet thinking I can't do it. Sue Townsend confidenceduvetlack Change image and share on social
I always write back to people who are kind enough to write to me. Actually, I don't write - I recline on my red velvet sofa with my feet on the coffee table and dictate the letters to my eldest son. Sue Townsend backcoffeedictate Change image and share on social
I don't like to be noticed. The older I've got, the more reclusive I've become. I've got late-onset shyness. People are lovely. When they see me in the street, they don't ask for anything from me. They just say: 'I thought it was you, and I just wanted to say how much I enjoy your books,' but I can't seem to cope with it anymore. Sue Townsend anymorebookcope share on social
My second husband encouraged me to go to a writing group at our local theatre. It was my 'coming out of the closet' moment. Sue Townsend closetcomeencourage Change image and share on social