Making a room of one’s own
Virginia Woolf said that every writer needs ‘a room of one’s own.’ Until I got married, I had one. Then I was too busy being in love, raising babies, living my life to need one.
In 2003, I started a degree with the Open University and in 2008 I took their Creative Writing course and rediscovered my love of writing.
I have had, since then, the use of the Hub’s computer, but not his desk i.e. I can sit at it to use the computer but not put anything on it; our bed; and 55 note books. That is about to change.
The Hub fixed me up with a laptop over Christmas. Tory Boy came home for ten days and, once he was done being ill, he cleared half of the stuff in his room into the loft, the recycling or the bin. We rearranged the furniture and there is now space for a desk, which Spud is kindly donating because he also got a laptop for Christmas and no longer needs his PC.
Today, I plan to move the desk into what is now the spare room.
I have the best family in the world. And a writing space of my own!