I am fond of writing in bed, by hand, in a notebook, as soon as I wake up. I also like to drift from sofa to chair to sofa, carrying an ever-growing pile of drafts. I sometimes write at our kitchen table but, increasingly, this space has been monopolised by our daughter who’s now studying for ‘A’ Levels. I’m fortunate in being able to use the room that we used to call our children’s playroom as a writing space and, more and more, I’ve started to think of this as my writing room and our children now tend to call it ‘Mum’s Room’.
I quite often spread drafts of work out on our stripey rug (I sometimes tweet pictures of this and many, many people have contacted me to say they’ve bought the same one, from a well-known Swedish retailer) and I find this a comfortable place to sit. Yesterday, I treated myself to a new ‘office’ chair and a new ‘comfortable’ chair for my writing room.
One of the best things about this room, apart from the fact that is double-aspect and very light (even though one of the windows only looks out onto a wall and a small car park) is that I can close the door. Everyone in the family knows they can still come to see me if they need me but they also, very kindly, respect the closed door as a sign that I’m trying to work.
For some reason, buying a proper office chair, rather than making do with a rather uncomfortable one, has made me feel more optimistic and energised about my writing than I have done all year. It’s like I’ve made a promise to myself to take my writing seriously and to work harder. I have less excuses than I used to when I didn’t really have a proper, dedicated space. Even now, this is a shared space but I am now the primary user.
Anyway, these are my thoughts on a rainy and blustery February Sunday afternoon. What are yours and where do you write? Do let me know!