A Room of One's Own has been on my reading pile for ages, and it made me laugh how much it resonates with my work life at the moment. Having spent the last week at work trying not to be distracted by everyone around/everything going on and remain focussed on writing articles, I'm definitely realising that Virginia Woolf was onto something. It's hard to write in a room full of people.
Last night I was reviewing the brilliant new Blonde Barrel for The Crack Magazine, and because I wasn't able to plan my visit until very last minute, when I got home I immediately needed to write it up to make sure it was submitted on time. It's funny how much quicker you can get things done when your surroundings are nice and quiet, and your mind is free of any kind of distractions. I definitely need a room of my own to write; somewhere I can forget about all the things that are happening around me. But there's one thought now that I can't seem to get rid of: really, why stop at a room when you could have a whole apartment?