My writing space is in the living room of my small apartment in Parnell. My desk overlooks the Waitemata harbour and I love the calming blue of the sea. My flat is on the ground floor and directly in front there is a car park where neighbours chat before zooming out. My apartment has reflective windows and a sliding door running across the front so the neighbours cannot see me, but I can see and hear them. When I am writing I like to listen to lounge and jazz music to block out the surrounding sounds I find it soothing too.
On my wall, to the left of my desk, I have hung an ingenious contraption made with two planks of wood, one at the top and one at the bottom to which seven pieces of rope are attached. Onto these strings I peg items of interest to trigger memories and provide inspiration for my writing: photos, old negatives, magazine articles, even a dead knitted mouse.
On the right hand wall I have hung a black and white photographic print titled ‘Hallucination’ by Hag. The print evokes an eerie sense of déjà vu. It features the interior of a living room — there is a painting hanging over a mantelpiece— which merges with a view of the countryside. Sloping hills lead to a lake. When I look at the photo I feel it encouraging me to be more adventurous in my approach to life.
My living room is a bit of a clutter. There are boxes of photos in the process of being scanned and these are piled up on a long table, jogging me to write and to re-examine my past.