Diana Jackson

It’s been a while since I had my set up of a wee office down in Bedfordshire ~ six months in fact since I’ve had my old Dell main frame computer in full working order  after our move to Fife last December. I bought it to have a computer which was rarely connected to the internet for manuscript security, to be a workhorse alongside my laptop. It had a bit of a glitch which needed sorting, then a couple of wires needed to be replaced ~ lost in transit we believe.

Here in Fife we have decided not to have an office space per se but a pleasant space for creativity, whether it be hubby playing his guitar, a quiet place to read if the television has a programme which does not suite one of us or a place for me to see where creativity takes me. The room now contains an overflow wardrobe, shelves with records (the vinyl kind) and family photographs, an unobtrusive desk but also an old futon – an insurance policy if we happen to have a house full of visitors and need another bed. (but it is also a place to relax.)

I’m glad that it is a living space rather than an office.

Today I am sitting at the desk for the first time, trying it for size, ambiance and comfort. (I’m managing without a proper chair  at the moment.) An occasional glance out of the window distracts any train of thought I might have had as I watch a large container ship glide along. Edinburgh is across the water.

I am in no hurry to write. Our priority has been to settle in at home but also within the community of Kinghorn and we are feeling truly blessed to be so welcomed. What I do need to do is to update records and send out end of tax year summaries to the authors in Eventispress, our publishing cooperative. That is a job for next week.

Apart from that I am taking a deep breath from my writing life to see what happens. I’ve been learning that new opportunities only arise if you make room for them in your life and it has been a wonderful time, albeit a tad scary, to take a step back, wait and reflect.

Being here fills me with joy but above all I feel an over riding sense of peace – wondering what will happen next. …