When posting the picture below I was asked whether it is where I write. God, I wish! That picture is from a stately home up in the Lake District that we visited earlier this year. Kings and queens have apparently visited the place, and jolly grand it was but alas no, I have somewhere a little more simple where I do my writing.
When I sit down to write it is here:
It isn’t actually a desk, so new to this am I that having a desk has never really been something I have considered committing to. I have a couple of Ikea Billy bookcases pushed together in the back bedroom and I am rather happy with that. I have my Amazon Alexa to keep me company and she mostly only ever receives instructions to play piano music. She then plays me the ‘Classical Piano’ channel from Amazon music. She’s good like that.
I also have a few pencils and highlighters, a notebook or three and a few other odds and ends but nothing that distracts me. I think there’s a bottle of Kraken Rum in there too somewhere which is my most favourite of the rum family.
There are a few books tucked away including the entire Mission Earth set by L Ron Hubbard. I dont fall for any of his Scientology bollocks but that series of books just amazed me when I read it 30 odd years ago. So much so that they are the copies I read back then when I lived in South Africa. The actual copies.
I do my writing on a Microsoft Surface pro. It’s a true joy to work on and one of the rather fast i7 ones so never ever am I prone to waiting for anything to load, which is something that makes me rather sweary and want to punch kittens in the face.
Anyway, I didn’t plan to write that much but there you go. The place where I write.
Where do you write?