You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. Whatโs it like?
Iโm writing in an airport
Waiting for a flight.
Tapping as per usual
On my trusty phone.
More often Iโll blog from my bed
Or soon as I am up
Anywhere thereโs time and space
And I wonโt be disturbed.
If I wait for inspiration
Itโs likely Iโll not write
I knock stuff out quite quickly
And hope it is alright.
So waiting for the perfect space
Just wouldnโt work for me.
Sitting in the perfect place
No creativity.
So all you getโs this silly verse
My novelโs still unwritten.
The only time my words spill out
Is when they are unbidden.
I used to want the perfect desk
A perfect book filled room
The very best equipment
For jotting ideas down.
You canโt wait for the perfect place
It never will quite come
And if it does well writerโs block
Could be the sad outcome.
Youโll still stare at an empty screen
Despite your working place
So never mind the perfect time
Just get those ideas down.





Modelled on Wendy Cope’s poem ‘Some More Light Verse’
Writing can be a struggle sometimes but thereโs always that dream that keeps us going.