'O! It's nice to get up in the morning, but it's nicer to stay in bed.'
During week days my favourite place to write is in bed: in the evening, after a long soak in a hot bubble-filled bath, here I let my mind begin to drift into my writing and go over what I will be working on next. Over the years I have tried writing in various places around the house, but I found most of them wanting.
I started off stationed at the kitchen table. We have a huge oaken kitchen table, ideal for spreading dictionaries, thesaurus', research folders, books and so forth, across. The only trouble is, our kitchen is right next door to our lounge. All the while I was writing (or trying to write!), I could hear the television gabbling on in the background, or snatches of conversation between my daughter and my husband. I have found out the hard way that I need peace and quiet surrounding me when I work.
So then I put up a makeshift table in the 'dog's room'. This is a small extension - more lean-to than conservatory - where our dog, Wolfie, sleeps at night. It always has a fine wiff of canine about it that no end of incense sticks or perfumed candles will eradicate! And...as I found out...is bloody freezing in the winter, even with the heater on full blast. No wonder Wolfie grows a coat like a bear during the cold months! I, on the other hand, wrapped myself in thick sweaters, scarf and fingerless gloves, and still sat there shivering.
So I then bought a battered second-hand computer table and placed it on our small narrow landing (that is where I am sitting now) and positioned our family computer on it. A few years back we converted our roomy attic into a loft bedroom, a proper little wooden staircase leads up to it. It is under this staircase that the computer now sits. Not a good idea: If I move my head too much I whack it against the bottom of the staircase; the landing is very very narrow, and sitting at the computer takes up its complete width, therefore whenever my daughter wants to go into or out of her bedroom (which seems every five minutes when I'm sitting at the desk!!), I have to get up, move my chair, and let her pass by. If I refuse to move - because I'm having a creative flow - lots of huffing and puffing ensues!
So finally I splashed out on a laptop - oh what bliss! I now take myself to bed, spread all the tools of my trade across the duvet and tap away to my little hearts content; warm, comfortable and quiet - apart from our cat, Poppy, curled up at my feet, purring.
The one draw back is having to put everything away when my hubby comes to bed!!