Sunday, 8 January 2012

A room of one's own

I am writing this post on my last day at the Abbotsford Convent. For the past month I have been fortunate enough to be able to use one of the writing studios here while a fellow writer was visiting family in Russia.

It's been an interesting experience to work in a place so steeped in history, and also to witness how successful the Abbotsford Convent Foundation (and the Abbotsford Convent Campaign) has been in creating a thriving community space that is forever busy with events and other happenings in the short space of time since it took over the property. It's a hive of creativity in all arts disciplines, as well as a centre for well being and culinary experiences. Music, particularly tunes coming from The House of Refreshment, have been an experience. I'm not sure if I'll ever view George Jones the same way again.

It's been a wonderfully enriching month. To have had a designated room where nothing needs to be moved aside or packed away each night has allowed me to gain the focus I so needed for all those projects swimming inside my mind. Now I have a clearer sense of what I need to do and how I need to do it.

Also, having access to the writer's studio at the end of one year and the beginning of another has been very helpful -- or at least it feels helpful and important. Hopefully all this means that the work will now follow at a steady pace. Slow and steady ... and thoughtful. There's no point rushing ahead and making an arse of it all.