Writers and garrets… a room with a view or just bubbles in the bathtub?
By some strange chance I was sent an email the other day which was semi-spam, but the article was terrific. Writers’ spaces. Now the ones they showed were quite simply wonderful. Inspirational. The source of great literature. And I wondered why I couldn’t have such a space… a cottage on a deserted estate on a distant island. And if I did, would my writing actually be any better?
I use the bath as a creative space sometimes.
I don’t write there, but I do think… I talk through lines of dialogue aloud. I think through scenes. All the while, hot water dribbles in and bubbles pop all around. If it’s good enough for Jeffrey Archer, it’s good enough for me. I also have a favourite writing corner at House on the coast… but its often impinged upon by the rest of the family and that makes writerly solitude difficult. In essence I am a mobile writer. I work on a laptop and it goes where I go. All except the bath of course.
I decided that there are many independent writers who are leaving their mark on the world of reading and I wanted to know what their spaces were like in this technological world we inhabit.
Some have office spaces, some have rooms with views high up staircases, some have gypsy caravans… yes, romantically situated gypsy caravans… all have their own special space that contributes toward the creation of a book. But compared to writers of yore, our tools are electronic, can carry monumental files in a one inch long tool and can move things readily over the smallest or vastest distances. We can quite literally carry our work in a handbag, or even round our necks. That said, we all have a space… an area where the words flow better, where we sequestre ourselves… a private sanctum.
Share some of them with me…