The Australian Writers’ Centre Newsletter is one of the few I receive that I regularly read. They don’t send it too often. The format is predictable and the quality is high. I almost always get a giggle out of it. It has fun quizzes. It tells me stuff I want to know.
It also takes submissions for Where I Write photos and descriptions. Gah! Some of the views are so beautiful! The massive macs people have; colourful corkboards and whiteboards; inspiring quote cards and towering bookshelves; standing desks, old wooden desks, desks covered in notes and tea.
I’m glad I’m coming back home to Australia soon. I can get myself a desk again, stick it in front of a wall with no view, like Stephen King describes in On Writing, and just sit down and write. Or at least that’s the theory.
One bedroom living in London with my husband, and an open living area that, as often as not, sleeps my brother-in-law on a blow up mattress (also a writer, so we get to talk tech sometimes which is fun :)) – is not conducive to a desk or space or quiet or anything of the sort – even when said husband and brother-in-law are super supportive. And yet.
When kids come, and we’re planning on them, I’ll probably look back on these years, like I currently look back on my university years, and wonder: what on earth did I do with all that free time? Wasted?!
Netflix and catching up on reading? London living? We are out and about most nights and weekends. There is always something to do and see. Back in uni? I can’t remember… was I hungover? Chasing boys? Sleeping? I think mostly I was sleeping. I slept a lot at uni.
So for now, most of my reading and writing is done:
On the tube or bus, on my iphone, using the scrivener app, often stood and hoping no one is reading over my shoulder.
Sometimes I will write on the lounge, or at the dining table, on the beanbag, sat on the staircase, sat in the bath beneath the skylight. But most of my words are written on public transport. There you have it. This is #WhereIWrite.