Write On- The room with a view

There was a film about a writer, and I believe it was Agatha Christie who was laying on a chaise lounge, the French doors were opened to the Cornish Coast, and a secretary dutifully sat nearby, taking down every word for posterity. A slight breeze was toying with the thin gauzy curtains.  Although Agatha Christie wrote at a table with a typewriter, and often plotted her novels in the bathtub, that image of her lying on the lounge with the open French doors to the sea, wether fact or fiction, stayed with me. I now wanted a room with an amazing view, that perfect writing spot to churn out the English Novel. It turns out, to use that cliché, the grass is always greener.

Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So far from the Cornish Coastline with its murder and mayhem, I compromised and moved my desk to the front room. I had a beautiful view of the street and the local bus stop. I can’t tell you how many hours I lost sitting there, watching people line up for the bus, creating stories in my mind as to where they were going and why. I even learned their routine. 11.15 a jolly Mrs Harris would arrive with two empty carrier bags. Mr. Heavystone would make it to my wall, sit down, puff out of breath before making it the last few steps to the bus top.  In the morning, 8.15 the children lined up, school bags and candy wrappers flapping in the breeze and the reverse at 3.15 the bus would regurgitate the youngsters who walked by my window laughing and chatting. There were the odd days when no one showed up at the bus stop, and I spent time wondering why? Was it the rain? My whole day was mapped out by the regular bus riders. Was I writing? No.

I tried closing the curtains, but my curiosity drove me crazy to the point  that I was now the mad lady on my street with the twitching nets. So it begs me to ask the question, what kind of space does a writer need to write?

Virginia Woolf had a small writing room in the garden of Monk’s House. Although she mainly wrote in the garden lodge in summers, the view for her was a constant distraction. If it wasn’t Leonard apple picking and sorting, the noises of the countryside, church bells, or the children in the nearby school, all created a constant distraction for her. Still, she did manage to write some bloody good stuff.

English: Portrait of Virginia Woolf

English: Portrait of Virginia Woolf (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Distraction not only comes in the form of noise from the outer world, but it is also inner noise that plays havoc with a writer. The mind can easily wander from the work at hand, and a new story that has nothing to do with the current writing task, is suddenly created like a dream. Staring out a window can create such a dream and when the attention is pulled away from the view, the dream also vanishes.

Philip Roth had a little writing studio built, and worked at a lectern. It was turned away from the studio window to avoid distraction. I can’t imagine writing standing up. I like a good chair and when editing and revising, a proper desk.

Toni Morrison used a hotel room to write in. “ Usually I try to be there by six. Everything has been taken off the walls so that there’s nothing to arrest my sight. On the bed I have Roget’s Thesaurus, a dictionary, a Bible, and a deck of playing cards.” 

I love that idea, but would I trot off to the Hotel bar to see what’s going on, or would the staff cleaning the rooms next to mine drive me to distraction? Would I sit at the bar like Ernest Hemingway with drink in hand? Not a good idea as after a drink or two, I tend to fall asleep. Not a pretty sight in a bar!

My desk is now back in the office. I have no view. I am back in what would have been the old Victorian Dining room. The French doors to the patio are too far from my line of vision to see anything worthwhile. The green hedge rarely has anything of excitement to note. Not even a bird twittering. And if one dared? I have noise cancelling headsets to silence the world around me. I like my acoustical privacy.

The paintings, the books, the various decorations are such that I have seen them so many times, they fade away into nothingness. When I return from whatever I am writing, I am reassured that I am indeed back in the land of the living. For me, the room with a view just takes my mind away into such a state of relaxation and fixation that I cannot write. So as romantic as the Room with a View sounds, it’s not for me. Where is the perfect writing spot?

Quite often I love the noise and chaos of the coffee shop. The greatest challenge these days is finding a plug outlet not in use. There is something about going to Starbucks or a good pub, and sitting there drink at hand with a lap top opened. Is it vain to think people are watching, wondering what I am doing? But it’s that exact thought that propels one to stop day dreaming and at least look as if one is writing. It’s also become a good place to meet fellow writers. I noticed one day a stack of papers, some vicious red inking in process, and I knew a kindred spirit was  also editing. In between the scratching of the red pen, a quick smile led to a new friendship and a  mutual respect of writing space.

I suspect that everyone will have to find their own writing space, be it a closet, a room with a view, a coffee shop, a hushed library, or the kitchen table with the kids spilling in with their homework and the dog making puddles as he splashes in his dog bowl. I’d love to hear where you find writing the easiest.

About susan sheldon nolen

It’s rare to catch me without coffee, a form of camera, or my beloved wire fox terriers. I love the history, the art, and it’s a massive part of my life, as I either paint, write, or get interrupted by my dogs, reminding me of the real world. I hope you enjoy your time here. It’s such a privilege to have readers.
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12 Responses to Write On- The room with a view

  1. Carrie Rubin says:

    I reclaimed a space that was mine but somehow over the years my husband had taken over. And it’s lovely to have a place of my own again. My own little African-themed office. But after reading about your street watching, I think it’s good I mostly keep the blinds down (though they’re see-through, bamboo-type blinds, so they still let in the sunshine). 🙂

    • Hi Carrie! Keep the blinds down! I am going to be moving my desk back into the front room after a redo of the house and maybe bamboo blinds will do the trick! Too easy to see things through twitching net curtains! 😉

  2. Bed. I write in bed. It’s quite inspiring.

    Apparently, I’m not alone. Orwell, Proust and Churchill wrote in bed as well. 🙂

  3. paralaxvu says:

    My desk sits in front of a window clothed in sheers with a striped pattern (mauve-clear-gold-clear-mauve/gold-clear…The view out that window is of the cream-colored wall of the house next door. One small bathroom window high up to the right, a bird nest to the left that I can’t see but often hear mom-baby sounds emanating from. The sounds have been declining lately, as I’m sure the babies are out on their own by now, or soon will be. To my right, inside the room, a couch on which Annie rests and behind me a table under which Petie is usually curled up on his favorite cushion. Peaceful. Lulls me when I need to be lulled, fades into the background when I have an idea for something to write. Can call to me when I don’t want to hear it;-)

    • Para, I would love to see a photo of this. The curtains and the creme wall just sounds lovely! My back kitchen has a view of bricks and it’s funny, stick a geraniumn in a window box and it’s a pretty view. Well maybe in England! 😉

      • paralaxvu says:

        Not being anywhere near a real photographer, just a normal picture-taker, I took some shots of the window and the dogs and will post them for you soon…I think you’ll see that my words sound better than my pictures look;-)

  4. Susan, what a lovely post. You reminded me immediately of the table at which Jane Austen used to write, in front of a window looking out onto the road to Winchester which ran through her village. A lovely space.

    • Thanks Kate. I would love to have Austen’s view instead of the blue Arriva bus every forty minutes! 😉 What’s your writing space like? I’d love to hear!

      • Family dictates it is generally my bed, Susan. But I have a very beautiful view, straight out onto the forest. I learnt to write properly in a newspaper office, so I can tolerate a modicum of chaos around me: the family treats the bedroom as a second sitting room and it is rarely calm…

  5. Reblogged this on LemonChronicle and commented:
    Enjoyed reading your thoughts on writing, a view is important!

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