Like everyone else who wants to write for pleasure, I am engaged in a daily, weekly, monthly battle to find the time and space to write. The easiest it has ever been for me was when I had an office to go to. I paid rent and was committed to going at least three half days a week.
The rent was not expensive, it was fairly grim with just a desk and a chair and the smell of rancid oil from the chip shop downstairs – a luxury nevertheless and I loved it.
Anyway, recently I was frustrated with my lack of discipline and turned the creative mind to where I could go to get some space and quiet to think. Where is my beautiful office when I need it?!
Then I realised – I have an office. Comfortable seat, coffee holder, complete mobility, no email – and check out the view!
So now I have a new habit which involves dispatching off-spring in various directions and driving up to the headland to do a minimum of one hour before I go home to get on with other matters.
I’ve found that once I’m there and get into the story, I really don’t want to leave even if I’m desperate for loo/coffee break – I can’t stop. From ‘can’t start’ to ‘can’t stop’ – that’s good!
