Today 3rd January 2015, I can answer those question honestly, with evidence to support*. Ms Woolfe was correct, I simply needed my own room. It wasn't plain moaning and griping but an honest desire that I knew would enhance my productivity.
Today is the anniversary of my writing room, the single spare bedroom that I emptied then quickly refilled with writing paraphernalia. A room that I have visited each day since taking ownership, a room that has become my creative space where I've managed to produce 213,704 words. I'll type that again, if felt good - 213,704 words. OMG! Who would have thought it? Those 213,704 words have been shared between novels, short stories, poems and blog updates but each and every one has sprung from my muse and my fingertips.
I always knew a writing room was going to be a significant advantage to me but having experienced the last year... I would suggest all would-be-writers start fighting for 'your space'.
I feel there is a psychology regards the writing room:
- I flip straight into writing mode on every visit.
- My work notes scatter the floor - on returning I pick up the idea thread as if I'd never left.
- A validation has emerged regards my work and efforts.
- Others have developed a recognition regards my efforts.
- Everything I need to write is in one space making the task feel easier.
- A level of professionalism has developed - no longer my hobby.
Here's to a fresh writing year - fingers crossed that by 3rd January 2016 I'll have a lot more to celebrate!
* Yes, I'm a spreadsheet freak who writes down her daily output... but hey, it comes in handy for knowing your productivity x
|My writing room...|