Now the proud owner of a Lincoln University Associate Reader’s library card, on Wednesday – for the first time – I will find a desk somewhere in the English section on the second floor of the library and open my laptop. Then I will sign-on to the guest network. Then open Apple Pages, or Scrivener.
And I will write. Hopefully for around two hours I will chase words from where they lurk (connected or otherwise) in my subconscious, and string them together hoping to see them dance harmoniously. And I will do what all writers do – search. For that perfect phrase, that sublime line, that devastating plot point.
I hope the setting – its newness, its ambience – will trigger and inspire. I hope I will see / realise / depict / understand something new. And when I close my laptop (or notebook!) at the end of the session, I hope to have moved on. To where, I’ve no idea.
But closer.
Don’t we writers always want to get just that little bit closer to something?