My name is Chloe Thurlow.
I am a night person, the girl at the bar who looks like she should have gone home and maybe has no home to go to. I am thin, chic, in an abstract sort of way. I have high cheekbones, long legs, perhaps too thin, and I like dancing.
I compose my work in the dead hours between two and six while London sleeps and the
early morning planes follow the Thames into Heathrow carrying bankers and businessmen
hoping to make it in the greatest city on earth -
Writing is a sickness, an ailment, an addiction. When I'm not writing, I'm thinking about what I have written that day and, when I do go to bed, I lay sleeplessly thinking about what I am going to write when I get up and start again the following day.
When I do sleep, I sleep badly, in spite of the magnets under my mattress that are supposed to orientate my body north to south so the dragon lines pass through the invisible portal at the top of my skull and down to my feet, my best feature, an old boyfriend once said. The last thing he ever said, now I come to think about it.
My new novel Katie in Love is about a girl with long legs who likes dancing who has
met a man working to save the planet's poor and downtrodden. He is a volunteer doctor,
so kind and selfless, the girl of my story wonders if she is in the process of doing
the one thing she vowed never to do -