Yesterday I saw my new office. It's in an old factory building on Hope Street and the inside is new and clean and white. There are large windows that look out onto student accommodation (it would hilarious if I could see my ex-students from there). At the front of the building we can look into the gardens of the Georgian terraced houses. Although the office is small it will be be my creative space. I'll have room to stick up character notes, beats in my scripts and deadlines. Now I'll be able to treat writing as a business and focus my efforts on it. Best of all I'll be sharing my space with another writer and an actor as well. That'll keep me working as I don't want to report no progress and Karen is a terrific mentor too. If I was left at home I'd be doing household jobs and finding excuses not to start. Best to head this impulse off at the pass. Plus I'm writing stage plays and am in theatreland.
For any prospective writers in the area a cheap office is a great way to save on bills and you get some company too. I debated our local library but I want to be able to mutter in peace, although, judging by the cutbacks, I might be the lone voice.
Vive 1st August!
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