Capote wasn’t the only author to write in bed. Edith Wharton, who wrote The House of Mirth and The Age of Innocence, preferred her bed over a desk. She would release the completed pages to drift to the floor. A secretary later collected and typed them. James Joyce, the famous Irish author, wrote in bed at night, as did Marcel Proust.
But none of these bed-writers hold a candle to Dame Edith Sitwell. She, too, began her writing by lying down, but she not on anything as ordinary as a bed or couch. She chose an open coffin as the place to gain inspiration. Reading the following poem, I think she did quite well with it. (Find the entire poem here.)
Still Falls the Rain by Dame Edith Sitwell
Ray Bradbury wrote Fahrenheit 451 in a basement typing room he found at UCLA where he could insert a dime into the typewriter and buy thirty minutes of typing time. Was that the precursor of the internet café?
This fascinating video tells how he wrote the book for $9.80 in dimes.