I need a good, wide window with a nice view of the world to do my writing. At least when it's morning an no one else in the house is awake. Throughout the rest of the day, it is solitude, in music and in body that I need to write. I prefer to have no one around me, and they are always somehow distracting. Though, if the words come naturally to me, I may write and simply block out the noise of people.

I am carrying on with my book again, after a few weeks of . My brain had drained itself fully, but now I am slowly climbing back on the horse with good words to put back into my piece. I am determined to finish it, and soon er rater than later. I am getting no younger, after all.

You know, it is interesting, the nature of writing. It is a subject withing a subject within the humanities, Writing goes into English which goes into Literature which is about humanity. Usually. Certainly it can be said that, if not always about humanity, literature, and indeed any kind of text, is always for humanity. So it is with people in mind that we, writers, write. But, in order to do so, we must experience what the rest f the world does through a distance lens, always a little off at parties, in company, our jokes a little strange and our thoughts always far from the mark of normality. Then, slipping away as quietly as we can, or our brain just takes us, be leave people. We leave people because it is the only way, from a distance, that we writers may reflect back the truths of humanity, to humanity.

So, here I am, in my brother and sister-in-law's kitchen, writing this article in an attempt to get my writing knuckles cracked and woken up or the day, hopefully ready to write something good.

If you are writing a book and find yourself in this situation, I wish you the best of luck. But, as I have said before, and which I am still trying to understand, remember to live a little in between the words so you have something to say. Remember that you need to gather an image first, before it is to be reflected.