I write this sitting at my desk, in much the same way Cassandra Mortmain didn't – she was sitting in the kitchen sink, although I doubt I needed to say that. The point is, we all have a creative space – so my desk is Cassandra's kitchen sink (hypothetically, anyway). Virginia Woolf famously wrote "A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction"; I mention this for two reasons: a) it mostly relates to this post, and b) you can see my typewriter in the corner of the photo, and Virginia was one of the names I considered for it. I went for Sylvia (as in Plath) in the end, but it was a tight call between the aforementioned names and Margaret (as in Atwood). I say all of this because it's currently 23:09 and I haven't drank nearly enough tea to have any clue what on earth I'm typing…
And yet, I shall continue.
A place to sit, and to think, and to accidentally spill pencil sharpenings across one too many times, is an ideal I romanticise a tad too much. But, earlier on, as I was sat at this very same desk, I couldn't help but think about how much this desk looks like my desk – if you catch my drift. Everything about this desk is so blissfully, perfectly, acutely, indefinitely personal (the tea-stained and somewhat lop-sided postcards, Sylvia the typewriter, the peeping cup of tea, the cactus, the stack of books, the other stack of books, the stuffed-full-of-books bag… etc).
Almost every creative thing I do is done at this desk. This is where I blog and write and draw and channel my inner Jo March (well, okay, maybe the last is kind of a 24-hour occurrence). And so, earlier today, when I sat down at this desk, I felt this euphoric sense of freedom; perhaps I didn't know what I'd end up doing (it was this post, in the end), but because I was sitting at the place where I create, it didn't matter all that much.
Do you have this one space that you do everything and anything creative at? I'd love to know! By the way, regular bookish content will resume shortly, I just haven't had an awful lot of time of late – hence the rambling. Sorry if these aren't your cup of tea!