Friday, June 30, 2006
My space - no not that space, My Space
Apparently Beryl Bainbridge only writes with a certain kind of pen, in a particular kind of book (with lines - eek!). I have never thought of myself with obsessions but when I think about my writing I realise that I have some serious control issues. Yep, I'm up there with Beryl B, the pen does matter and so does where it lives.
Gone are the cleaner lines of the rest of the house, replaced by something that would not look out of place in Dumbledore's office.
A hundred books, that can't possibly be out of sight, fight for dominance on a shelf that was designed for one modest ornament. The lower shelf (never really shared this with anyone before and have unusual embarrassment) holds the talismans for my writing. They range from a gonk that I had when I was ten, a laughing Buddha and a tin of my children's teeth (I know!!).
Peruvian Worry Dolls, that were purchased from a little know Peruvian town in Dorset, sit in a glowering line. Alongside them is a brass Shiva, who is holding out her hands waiting for the literary miracles that are one day going to come tripping from my fingers!
Then there is my gallery of poems and art work, and my 'all is not lost' candle that I light before sending anything off. I have a pair of nursery bookends that have long since been dispensed with by the owners of the tinned teeth and they also donated the chipped Bart Simpson mug that now holds my Beryls!
I make no excuses, these are my 'inspirements' (not a word but I like it!). I NEED these things around me in order to, hah, write.
Thank you for letting me get this off my chest, I feel much better out than in. Don't be embarrassed to share your own weird habits...you have got some haven't you?