I haven’t always had a study but now that I do, I never want to be without one.
Having only recently furnished it with a couple of pictures and most of my favourite books, it finally feels like a home from home.
A place of peace.
Somewhere to work, write and read.
As I embark on rewriting a novel I wrote almost twenty years ago, this is crucial for me at this time in my life. Needless to say, the original draft did not get published (even though one well known literary agency was initially very enthusiastic, while someone else in America offered me a contract with the unforgettable words, “This story has obvious motion picture potential…”. Sadly that ‘offer’ turned out to be a scam).
I eventually gave up on it and continued in my day to day life, occasionally wondering what might have been.
Recently however, I have been doing a bit more than merely wondering what might have been and actually returning to the novel that took me two years to write (early mornings before work and late nights after putting young children to bed).
I asked someone to read it and they eventually came back with some honest feedback, which confirmed what others had said, and made me realise how much I wanted to not simply leave the manuscript as it is, gathering dust, going nowhere.
Some things in life are better left alone. Acknowledge what they were, be grateful for the good they ushered in and then move on.
Other things deserve a touch of resurrection.
A fresh breath of life, perhaps with far more maturity attached. Maybe a more secure and stable structure could make a huge difference and who knows what that could lead to?
For me at least, I can apply that to the novel as well as my life in general.
What about you?