A perfect day. I read recently, winter is the ideal season for writing. I couldn’t agree more. It’s cold and gloomy outside but in my office it’s cosy and quiet apart from the low rumble of the printer in the background. This morning I’ve been trying to scratch out a sub-plot for the novel I’m writing about a murder in a disused 19th century lunatic asylum.
Why am I taking photos of my desk? Why am I not writing? Good question. I think I need a coffee!
I have tried many places to write but I always return to this room. When my adult daughter left the nest, I tried turning her bedroom into a library and writing room. It didn’t work. I feel more comfortable in this space. When the door is open I can roll back in my chair and take in the view of the river that runs along the front of our house. In the mornings when I am daydreaming, I study the light and clouds and know I have a full day of writing ahead of me. At dusk when I catch a glimpse of the sunset I know it’s time to prepare dinner.
Do you have a dedicated writing space? And what do you think this photo tells you about me? I’m curious to know your thoughts.