Last week I was saying how important it is to find a place to write, a place where whenever you sit down and switch on your computer you’re in writing mode. I’m lucky that I have my own study, but this is what my desk looks like at the moment!
On the wall as I go into the study is a poster from an exhibition of paintings showing writers’ rooms – I love the calmness and lack of clutter in this picture, but never seem to be able to manage it in my own room. I am otherwise a rather tidy and organised person, and the rest of the house is fine, but my desk is always a tip when I’m working.
It’s particularly bad at the moment as I’m writing a history that involves some research, but even when I’m in romance writing mode the papers pile up. I hate the mess, but until I get to the end of a project I don’t seem to be able to do anything about it. At that point it all gets swept off the desk. The books and files go back on the shelves, the nail polishes are gathered up and I find all the pens and emery boards I’ve been scrabbling around for over the last couple of months. There’s always a credit card bill lurking in there too.
Every time I start a new project I vow I’m going to keep my desk clear so that I can write in a serene space that will calm my mind and set my inspiration soaring, but every time it ends up like this. I’d really like to be one of those people who can write in a café or isolated in a cottage overlooking the sea, but the fact is, the only place I can words down on screen is right here in the middle of all this muddle.
Do you have a special place where you write?