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Any Excuse …
It’s the fear, isn’t it? The fear that the wondrous yarn you are spinning in your head will read like turgid dross once you have committed it to paper – or screen. We all do it – we look back over what we have written and think, with a sinking heart, ‘Why on earth would anyone want to read this?’
It’s no wonder we do everything in our power to avoid grasping the nettle. And everyday life throws up myriad opportunities for work avoidance. Which is why I was so delighted when the chance to be writer-in-residence at the Hotel du Vin came up. I would have no distractions. I would have the perfect conditions. And I would be able to devote myself entirely to the task of writing.
So here I am, at the Hotel du Vin in Poole, in a wonderful suite with a bed like a cloud, a bathroom to die for (with the most flattering lighting I have ever encountered), a fresh sea breeze coming through the window, and nothing to distract me but the sound of birdsong.
I feel hopeful and optimistic. And excited for once. So maybe this is what writers need – the opportunity be cut off from the outside world, protected from the humdrum reality of day to day living, so we can be alone with our imaginations and not distracted by family or housework or paperwork or the telephone?
Perhaps the government should subsidise a luxury writers’ retreat? After all, we contribute a significant amount to the coffers and to export – we should be nurtured and cosseted. Somehow I suspect it won’t be a priority … maybe the Hotel du Vin could offer ‘writers’ rates’ instead, for those of us needing a few days of blissful peace to complete our masterpieces …
Sometimes…
Sometimes I couldn’t be arsed
Old Sketchbook 1977
Monday 16th May 1977
“Just off the quay somebody has drawn a maze in the sand, it looks rather good. It is a nice idea to draw something that will only last for a few hours, to be reclaimed again by the sea; maybe I’ll have a go. The time factor is interesting.”
Tuesday 17th May 1977
“which will show me I can work from the landscape. This is something that I have felt is too over powering, too difficult for me to undertake but even after today I’m picking up little tricks. Tricks are I’m sure what landscape painting is all about.”