Too often there are too many excuses pouring from the charming mouths of writers who seem to be experiencing alleged writers block: I’m busy with my other job, I’ve no time this week, I’ve taken up another tai chi class, I have to see my nephew, its Lucy’s birthday, I need to call my dad – you get the drift.
These little yet ongoing avoidances of our art, add to procrastination, self doubt and general avoidance. If only we had time, and a place away from our usual existences, to write, explore ways of writing, meet other writers and generally indulge in the form of creativity that we love so much. If only there was a place for writers living in this concrete jungle known as London, to escape the humdrum, the noise, the minding the gap, the bars, the galleries, the excuses.
