I work from home. In the roof space to be precise. There is no natural light up there, but I can hear ravens scuttling over slates, wind testing the tiles, and the roar of rain so fresh from the Atlantic you can smell the salt water running off the roof. My PC in the roof has an internet connection that lets me peer through granite end walls to check the surf at webcams 10 miles away at Gwithian Towans or 4 miles away at Porthtowan. This sounds like a lifestyle thing, but it is work too. The boundaries between work and non-work, work and home become very blurred for professional writers. Nowadays, among other things, I write about the surf and surfing. I also ride the surf for pleasure. I ought to claim a proportion of expenditure on surfboard wax for business use.