Just taking a moment to think about where I write, it hits home how many things are wrong with my writing space. First, the chair. It looks pretty lush, but it's too low (even with the addition of two cushions). Then there's the TV at 5 o'clock, and the constant PM reminder I'm not alone in this endeavour. Even when I am alone, the mirror at twelve o'clock is a distraction. But, there is a minibar in that cupboard to my right, stocked with juices, ginger beer and a bit of the harder stuff. And it's always warm - something I can't say for other writing spaces I've had.
What you don't really get the sense from the photo is the muddle of ideas I'm usually in while at work. I'm normally surrounded by loose pieces of paper, most of which don't make sense after a couple of days...
And there's normally two, if not three notebooks open on my desk. Here's last week's pages from my favourite notebook, which doubles as the first point of record for my daily word counts...
It's probably best if you can't read my writing. For the must-knows: the notes on the right hand side refer to 2 different ideas for short stories (one which I started yesterday), an idea for Novel B, an unused blog idea, a quote from Warren Zevon which I like but I have no idea if it will be useful, and an attempt to sort out the order of my unborn e-book, 'Orbital Resonance'. A pretty good symbol of my everything-at-once approach this year.
Today's state of mind: the glass is 15% full.
1 comment:
How do you write with that stonking great mirror right there?? I could not do that - I'd get into fiddling with my hair or pulling faces at myself. In fact, knowing I was in the room with me would stem my ability to write whatsoever.
-Helen
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