A chair of one's own
In 1928, Virginia Woolf was invited to give a lecture at Girton College, Cambridge, on women and fiction. Her subsequent essay – A Room of One’s Own – has become one of the most famous pieces of feminist writing.
While I can’t claim an entire room just yet, this Christmas I was lucky enough to get a chair of my own. More specifically a reading chair. I’ve realised that evenings are not my best writing time, except when an actual deadline is involved, but I’m fed up of sitting in front of the TV each night, invariably watching rubbish. So, I decided it was time to get more reading back in my life and since I appear to have turned into my Dad and am incapable of reading more than two pages in bed, the only solution was my very own chair.
I've only had it a couple of weeks, but it’s already become more than just a place to park my backside. In his book On Writing, Stephen King argues that “If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” Not everyone agrees with him on this, but I have to say I do. Every time I read a novel, even if it’s one I don’t particularly like, I learn something about the craft.
So, my chair isn’t just a chair, it’s another small step along my writing path.
And here it is…
Happy new year and happy new reading!