the great writing space clear out

For reasons best known to my subconscious, I have to do an enormous clearout of the house before I start work on a book. I have no idea why, because as soon as I start writing I completely ignore everything and everyone, pausing only to shout “I don’t care what you have for dinner, why don’t you just have pot noodles”. Sometimes there’s swearing in there, depending on how well the book is behaving.

So as I said yesterday (get me, with my two blog posts in the same month – this is blooming miraculous) I’ve been clearing out the study. And today I finished it, and here are the after photos…

Fireplace, complete with Buddha from a trip to Bali when we were moving to Australia when I was little, and a heart shaped stone R found on Polzeath beach on our first family holiday.

Bookshelves which are very much not ordered or organised (despite living with a librarian). If you zoom in you’ll see an entire shelf dedicated to HRH Jilly Cooper, of course.

My desk, which has an in tray the size of a novel (it’s been a busy few months) and a sparkly lava lamp and a wolf (for my next YA novel) and lots of research books for A Secret Thing I’m working on as well as for the adult book, which will be out in 2020.

Enormous reading chair (impossible to get out of) which currently faces the television where they used to play the Xbox. I’m wondering if I should leave it there so I can watch Netflix for, er, research. The Hallmark Channel is research if you’re writing romance, isn’t it?

So that’s my (lovely, tidy, nobody else is allowed except the dogs and only if Martha doesn’t try to eat the guinea pigs) writing room.

Now all I have to do is write the book. I might just have a cup of tea first…

In which I write a blog post

I’m taking part in Nanowrimo this year, which I did for the first time eight years ago. That book became Sealed with a Kiss. I used to love blogging until it felt like – I don’t know, like it wasn’t my space any more. Like I was supposed to be on my best behaviour because I was A Proper Writer with books in the shops and stuff. So I tweeted and rambled on Instagram instead, but those little snippets got lost, and so when I saw T, aka Mummy Barrow, and Jax, aka Liveotherwise, were taking part in a project called BEDN (blog every day in November, run by Elizabeth Dhokia) I thought ooh, I could do that. So here I am.

I’m midway through a massive clear out of my study, because I’ve moved my workspace back home from the little attic above a gallery where I used to write. Theoretically now the children are teenagers (apart from the smallest, who is twelve, unbelievably) I should be able to work here in peace. I’ve bought two different kinds of noise cancelling headphones and downloaded an app that makes pink noise. I can still hear people shouting at Fortnite right now though, so I’m not sure they’re working all that well.

(that’s a note to self I just found on my phone camera)

Once I get the study chaos sorted (have a look over on instagram to see my work in progress) I’m going to sit down at my desk and open up the MacBook and see if I can get some words written… come back tomorrow to find out if I did it. At this rate I might still be here tomorrow morning.