I dreamed of writing a book — here’s how I did it and you can too Phoebe Luckhurst Last April, as ambulance after ambulance made high-speed slaloms down my south London street and the Government’s evening briefings increasingly acquired the ghoulish unreality of nightmare, I survived by creating an imaginary world, and retreating into it. I started writing my novel The Lock In over the Easter weekend, in the first throes of lockdown 1.0, when the quiet and the isolation were both new and already felt like they had always been. I finished writing it about eight weeks lat...