I am currently a kitchen table writer due to the fact that there is simply no space in our new house for my desk. This is ok but frustrating and leads to envy of such scheme as the Cuba Street Garret. Actually I would imagine anyone writing at home with children might dream of such a place. Here Rachel King observes just what a treat “a room of one’s own” really is. For me this week, just having to break the stream of thought to change a nappy was a wake up call.
I dream of a room of my own with a view (Woolf and Forster). Not too good a view though (distracting) and a few hours a week of child free writing and research time. My reverie extends to this building not far from me. The upstairs is quite wonderful where the original wood work has been exposed. Maybe it is leaky and rat infested, but it would make a romantic work place. I do wonder what “exchange” in this context is. As its not too far from the old mills, so maybe wool exchange? It is also called the Souter Building which may give a clue (I have more research to do).
The next best thing is a day off – which is what I am doing tomorrow. Taking my camera, journal and a couple of books ‘to town’.
On a different tangent, I just love this from the Wooster Collective. Art insired street art – heaven.
from the streets of Los Angeles (swiped from Wooster Collective)