A Place to Write

I live in Somerset, in a Victorian house with views of other houses opposite and a garden so small that my when my grandson started to run in it he was brought up with a start and stared in amazement at the size.

I am fortunate that I have a study at the back of the house.  It looks out upon a brick wall with plants struggling to survive in the acid soil but determinedly climbing up the wall nonetheless.  The study has everything I need for writing.  A small desk with space for lap-top; a sturdy book-case containing books on writing, historical tomes, atlases and dictionaries; a printer; jars crammed with pens and pencils; boxes holding drafts of short-stories and completed novels; a litter of note-books going back to the 80’s with entries leaping across the years like a Tardis; little gifts and presents including a kingly Toad who holds upon his tray my favourite propelling pencil, given by my wife in lieu of an engagement ring.

What the study rarely used to have in it was me.  It was too untidy, too cluttered, too lacking in natural light.  So, instead, I used to sit in the dining-room, a conservatory with the grey autumnal light doing its best to look cheerful but not, in truth, succeeding.  I have a sense of space there and can play out my scenes against the backdrop of the walls of my garden.  I often sit chin in hand and visualise my characters’ thoughts and conversations.  If I struggle to see their actions I can spring up and act them out, gesturing again and again until I get the movement right.  I can spread out my maps and reference books upon the table, strew it with a more confined agglomeration of papers.

Lately, however, I have succumbed and tidied up the study.  I write here more than I used to do.  But whenever I want a change of scene, I sneak out to the Dining Room and re-claim my lost empire.

Wherever I am, with my cup of tea beside me I can imagine that I am in one of my other favourite writing-places, a café somewhere, preferably with a lovely view and loud-voiced customers.  In cafes I get my best ideas and here, if it is my favourite café, I can sit and think and imagine ancient Greek triremes sailing along the Mediterranean coast.


About Martin Lake

Martin Lake lives in the French Riviera with his wife. After studying at the University of East Anglia he worked as a teacher, trainer and company director. A serious accident shattered his arm and meant that he had to rein back his work. He decided to concentrate on writing and is now writing full-time. He writes a wide range of fiction. His main interests are historical fiction, short stories and fiction for young adults. Martin has a series of novels 'The Lost King' which are set in the years following the Norman Invasion of England. They concern Edgar Atheling, last representative of the ancient English royal dynasty and his fight to regain the throne from William the Conqueror. Martin has also published 'Artful' the further adventures of the Dodger and 'Outcasts' a novel about fall of the Crusader Kingdom of Jerusalem. His latest novel, 'A Love Most Dangerous' is about a maid of honour who becomes the lover of Henry VIII. Martin’s work has been broadcast on radio. He won first prize in the Kenneth Grahame Society competition to write a story based on 'The Wind in the Willows.' You can get the collection, 'The Wind in the Willows Short Stories' from Amazon.
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