I’m SO excited… I have a room of my own. In between hospital appointments over the last couple of days I have kept my spirits up by creating a space… for me… to write…
- a room with a view…
I built a chair for fuck’s sake! I bought this chair, from Staples, (yes, I know… but I required instant gratification… story of my life…) leather, not too big, comfy, reduced, ergo bargain, but then I got it home and realised I hadn’t actually bought a chair. I had purchased the PARTS of a chair that when assembled correctly had the possibility of being a chair. (IKEA has a great deal to answer for.) But, you know what? I built it. By myself. COOL! It may not look much to you… but it… my room… will stop all my papers, dictionaries, thesauruses, grammar bibles, God bibles, poetry, literature, anthologies, text books, files, plastic wallets, print outs, notebooks, fags, empty wine bottles, empty fag packets, those clear bits of plastic that cover the fag packets, those oblongs of foil that you discard on opening a fag packet, and general debris… completely taking over our family living space… It’s all down to Isaac being generous and Julius being flexible and Michelle being a fucking saint… (I know I am Blessed)
I love it… SO MUCH. The only down side is that the play station and telly are a little bit nearer. Can’t stand the noise… of death! All my life I’ve gone about my business to a constant soundtrack… music always… but to write, I like silence… (or jazz or classical… low, sometimes.) But tonight… I AM ALONE. And it’s quiet…
In fact I’m so excited that I am staying in to enjoy the full pleasure… missing Writers Club, I know… but… sometimes I just need to be… sometimes… and after all, there’s no point going to classes and courses and clubs and workshops about writing if one doesn’t make time to write. Tonight I’m making time. I’m re-visiting. Re-newing. So I may be re-posting. I’m filing. I’m organising. I’m creating… And It Feels Good… da duh… da duh… da duh… da duh… da da da da duh… da duh… da duh… da duh… da duh… etc
I’ve found the one thing in this world that’s OK when it droops… let’s face it… droopy can’t often be used as a compliment… but don’t you just love tulips when they do this?
- droopy is good
So since I wrote last what have I been up to ? What do I need to share with you?
Having a blog is weird- I often feel I’m asking people to find my life interesting, (really…I”m not.. it bores me often enough so I realise it can’t possibly engage you… reader… unless that’s the appeal… finding someone whose life is less interesting than your own… feel good factor about that… yes I can see it…) yet still I come at it from this weird premise… I desire to share. Why am I doing it? I would do it whether anyone read or they didn’t. It’s become a document of my journey as a writer, embarking on a writer’s life. A journey I cannot but travel…It’s become a document of life in my 50th year. It kind of feels like I need to do it… for me.
Trouble writing with Polly Tuckett last night was fab as always. JENNY read us an AMAZING story as did CRAIG and PAUL and YEVGENY. I’m gobsmacked by the talent in our group. So exciting… And MAUREEN read something… a first… and probably the most amazing event of all. ANTONIA‘s would probably have been worth mentioning too… if she had remembered it! I wrote nothing worth reading, but it’s in germination, WIP I will finish it after this… It’s in my head. I just need to extricate it.
We’ve planned a trip… Sunday, British Library, Evolving English here we come. Bloody brilliant… can’t wait. Driving a car full of eccentrics down to London… Ha! And I’m not being sarcastic. Who will be DJ? What will they pick? Ooo I’m interested…
