Sheds , Ships, Kids, Dogs. And Writing.
From an office in a shed, I can see for miles and miles. Whether it’s across the landscape, into the past, or sideways at my surroundings, I have a view. Today I might write about chopping wood, tomorrow I might write about a force 9 gale in the Irish Sea. Who knows?
Writing is a solitary pursuit and I know that there are many lonely souls, sitting with pens in hands or at computer screens in dining rooms, coffee shops (not necessarily the Dutch kind), garden sheds etc. I want to say ‘hey, this is how it is for me.’ Sometimes I get blocked. Usually I lack confidence. Often I want to kick the whole thing into touch and go to the pub, but I’m a writer.I can’t give it up any more than I can give up breathing. If you’re a writer who’s feeling lost and cut off, read on. You are not alone.
If you’re just curious about the kind of person who can’t exist without a notebook close by. Read on. I’m probably are as odd as you think I am.
As of March 2013, Shedward has moved from the garden shed to an attic nearby. This means we have an even wider view than before. Just so you know …