Yesterday, this was the scene, come rain or shine (yes, it did rain, epically, at 18:25 when the heavens opened with torrential thunderstorm) I was at my writing station under the umbrella (in sun, for shade, and in rain, for dry) writing. It was intense. It was truly the beginning of The End…
My primary tools of the trade are a leather-wrap journal and fountain pen. In practice any pen and paper will do, but these work best for me. I have my Moleskine notebook too which is where I keep all my story notes – very important. There’s a nod to the twenty-first century too with the Kindle Fire on hand to check research, or crowdsource ideas from social networks. There’s an iPod too for musical inspiration – this weekend this largely consists of music from last year’s London 2012 Olympic Opening Ceremonies. Oh, and yes, you probably also spotted the bag of Galaxy Minstrells at the back – chocolate in all or any of its forms is always good for getting the creativity going.
Today, with the first draft of Mr Tumnal is complete, my writing workplace looked a little bit different…
This is actually my Mum’s old computer. My computer was busy upstairs on backing up duty but this one served well a vehicle for typing up the last bit of my story. How much story? That’s probably illustrated by a picture…
I guess that’s the curse of the writer who finds that they still have to write the first draft longhand, but if I do a little as I go along, dovetailing it in with new writing when the muse isn’t with me, it kind of works.
