Kate Mosse is an English novelist, non-fiction and short story writer and broadcaster. She is best known for her 2005 novel Labyrinth, which has been translated into more than 37 languages. Her best-selling books have sold millions of copies around the world. She lives with her husband and family in Chichester and Carcassonne.
Kate Mosse writes very early in the day. In a 2013 interview she described her morning routine to the Daily Telegraph’s Jessica Salter.
“When I’m writing I get up at about four and start with a really strong, sweet cup of black coffee. That moment when the light starts to come and the trees begin to get their shape back and the birds start to holler is extraordinary. I love being the one person awake in a sleeping house. After a couple of hours I go downstairs and have another cup of coffee with a piece of Marmite toast.”
Kate Mosse was also featured in the Guardian’s Writers Rooms series in 2007. She spoke about her study …
We moved house in the summer. This little study, on the first floor, was one of only a couple of habitable rooms. The walls were already painted a deep red, so it felt a comfortable place in which to set up shop for a while. Although I was seduced by the idea of the need for a room of one’s own, it is the atmosphere of a place, rather than somewhere unique and private, that matters most. As I’ve got older, I realise all I need is a view, light and to be up high. One window faces west (the other south), but since I write very early in the morning, beginning when it’s still dark and often cold (hence the thick bedsocks on the armchair, brought back from Lithuania by my husband last winter), it suits my working life to be driven from my desk by the sun in the afternoon. In the summer, the fabulous 80-foot copper beech, wine-coloured crimson leaves, a horse chestnut and sweet chestnut trees, turned from green to gold and shaded the room beautifully. I use the tiny laptop on my desk for novels only – no email, no journalism, no internet, no administration – and I hoard only books and paintings relevant to the project I’m working on. On the walls at the moment are framed pictures of Rennes-les-Bains, where Sepulchre is set, and Tarot cards. On the desk, the lamp is a present from a very old friend, as is the blue and black ceramic bowl, which is filled with cards from my children, scraps of paper, old notebooks. When I’m writing, the floor is covered – early drafts, redrafts, typescripts, proofs. I’m messy when writing, tidy when not, so the state of the room now gives the whole story away. Soon, when the leaves are coming back to the trees, the books will change, the pictures on the walls will be replaced, the socks will be back on my feet.