I’m lucky I guess. I do have my own study, albeit very small. It houses three bookcases, a filing cabinet, a large desk, two printers, my chair, my cat Fergus, and me. It’s saving grace is a floor to ceiling window enabling a good deal of natural light and, for me, alleviating possible claustrophobia. For Fergus, it means many happy hours of feline growling at the birds in the bird bath outside.
Of course, you don’t need a study because you can write anywhere. I guess that’s the beauty of it. All you need is a pen, some paper and somewhere to sit. I’ve written on trains, planes, airport gate lounges, the park, the hairdressers, the dentist’s waiting room (ugh), my back patio, the dining room table, the couch in the living room. One of my favourite places is the coffee shop at my local aquatic centre. With two 50 metre swimming pools, it tends to be a noisy place, but I can’t say that I notice once I start writing. I wrote much of ‘The Celtic Dagger’ and ‘Murder At The Rocks’, at this coffee shop.
So why am I telling you all this? Because, as I said before, you don’t need a special place to write. You can write anywhere.