When I initially decided 2014 was the year I
was going to finish my memoir, I went to the office to work (my husband and I
are business partners in a graphic design/copywriting studio, Mono Design, where we share space with architects, event managers, film makers and
exhibition designers). But after a few weeks, I came to realise that while I
can stand constant interruption when I am copywriting, it is not the same for
me with creative writing.
When I am inhabiting a scene, tuning into
sights and sounds, capturing voices, feeling the way my body is responding to the
world I am creating, I don’t want company, or any other version of reality
infringing on my headspace. When I am boiling down the essence of what
something means to me, I might spend over an hour trying to get a sentence
right. I can’t afford to have any other words in my head except my own,
otherwise I might miss the click when the world suddenly shifts into alignment
and everything sounds exactly the way it is meant to. So I have spent the year
working alone at home in blissful silence.
Where do you work when you write?
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