Barry Lillie on A Room of His Own
Everybody has their special space; sanctuary. Maybe it’s a wild mountainside or a pebbled cove. It could be a warm bath with a glass of wine or a sitting room with ownership of the remote control, even a gym filled with glistening bodies.
We all have somewhere and mine is my workspace. It’s where my mind buzzes with thoughts and my fingers tap at keys while an iPod shuffles music; swapping genres, mixing artists and tempos.
All writers’ have a special place where they create, a certain atmosphere that benefits them and I’m no different. Some like to create in silence; I like to have music. Not classical or instrumental, but singers; albeit a veritable smorgasbord of vocalists. It’s not unusual for me to begin a paragraph with Barbra Streisand and complete it with Marilyn Manson; there’s always the possibility of a little Depeche Mode or Donna Summer in the…
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