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My writing haven…

Where do you write?

In my dreams I have this vision of myself writing in a peaceful setting, a little summer house perhaps in my secret garden.If the weather was nice, you’d find me amongst the roses.

In real life, I write here, there and everywhere.I’m always on the go or simply running around after the children.

Truth is, I love being surrounded by my children and luckily I am able to look after them, home-educate them and somehow throw a little writing in the balance.

Often friends visit and wonder how I get anything done.I’m sure it looks like chaos to them but I’m used to it and as long as the kids are happy, that’s fine!

A little peace

There are times when I do need a little peace, just to hear myself think and not juggle so many balls in the air.I’m not terribly disciplined most of the time, although when needs must, I can be.I’m also a frustrated perfectionist .

The perfectionist in me clashes regularly with the go-getter me.

Planning

I’m always amazed to hear how other writers commit to their writing as if it was a 9 to 5 job.I’m not at all like that and I am a very messy writer.

I write in bouts, often wondering how I’m going to reconcile all these little sparks and make something worthy of it.

I’m forever stopping and starting, a page here, a few words there, several notebooks everywhere, my laptop almost always switched on.

Thank goodness for Apple

I’m a Mac user and Apple convert.A laptop that springs to life, the minute you lift the lid, my dream come true!So whenever my daughter or son clamour for my attention, I put the lid down, ready to start  as you open it again.Ah, technology!

I do have a dedicated place though where I store all my writing tools and bits and pieces but most of the time I just carry it all in my laptop bag together with notebooks.

I told you, I’m a messy writer, what about you?

 

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The writer’s madness

This madness possessing me, the one that stops me in my tracks, forcing me to write, so compulsive and obsessive.

The writer’s madness, striking at the most inopportune time, any time, any place, moments lost in time.

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Picture credits to the Dear One, he was trying to prove his point.

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