This series explores where writers write. What or where is the space? What is its significance to the writer? And what writing habits does he or she follow?

First cab off the rank is Dmetri Kakmi.

‘Back turned to the window, I’ve written from a corner in my bedroom for 26 years. This space contains everything I need to look at and from which to draw stamina. It’s sacred to me. A protective bubble where I withdraw for four and a half hours, six days a week, and allow myself to descend. All my books, short stories and essays come from this discarded office desk found in a Fitzroy junk shop. My muse Grace Jones presides over the slowest, most irritating computer in the world. A shrine to polytheistic gods, goddesses and objects hang alongside my friend Jon Rendell’s abstract photograph. Prayer beads given to me by a Sufi in Istanbul console The Invisible Man, and friends’ artworks share a wall with images I collected on travels. The Victorian teddy bear has a hump and I like its pitying glare as I struggle to compose a coherent sentence. Far from living in chaos, I’m pathologically neat and cannot write if the desk is a mess.’