At My Desk
Welcome to my writing space!
The truth is I don’t need a lot of space to write. I don’t use whiteboards to plot, or need my hero and heroine’s picture pinned to a physical noticeboard (thank you Pinterest!). For me it’s about sound or rather, the absence of it. With background noise I can’t hear the voices, the intonations and the accents of my characters so I can’t write with TV or music playing but envy those that can. People talking or clattering dishes as in a café, are a disaster. So my writing space is silent.
The first thing you should know about my study is that it has a split personality. One side belongs to me and is filled with what I need, the other side belongs to my partner and has files, piles of stationary and stacks of every issue of Fortune magazine published since it seems like forever.
It’s also red. Very red. It’s a snug cocoon that serves as my place of work, contemplation and writing. I love old prints and old books so I have them here instead of in the more modern part of the house. The prints include maps which remind me of the long distance footpaths I walked in England years ago and a walking stick I bought then (as a feeble attempt at a weapon) rests in the corner. Having these things around me helped me channel the world of the English country house I wrote about in my latest release, ‘Red Dirt Duchess’.
In front of the window is the desk, which looks out onto a busy-ish street. A hedge provides privacy but I can glimpse pedestrians as they pass the gate and am reminded that life exists outside my story.
The desk is pretty tidy most of the time. Apart from the usual pile of files, the special things I surround myself with include a beautifully worked wooden box my grandfather made for my grandmother as a teenager in 1916. The inscription on the base reminds me that love can last a lifetime as it did in their case. There’s also the clock awarded for the Lynne Wilding Meritorious Service Award from RWA and the tea cup and saucer I received when I left the RWA committee.
At the back of the study, facing the window, is a central fireplace flanked by bookshelves. This is my reading nook, the place where I take a break and sit to read my work after I’ve printed it out. There’s a comfortable chair beside the fireplace and a lamp that provides soft lighting. Behind me, on the bookcase, are two old books that belonged to my great-grandparents. Both are in a pretty poor state and should probably be thrown out but I just can’t bring myself to do it. Family is a constant theme in my work and these books remind me of where I come from.
At the moment I’m working on a coastal romance which is pretty far removed from this inner-city Melbourne study. But when I close my eyes and listen…
About the Author:
Louise Reynolds is an author of contemporary romantic fiction. Born in Sydney, she spent her childhood frolicking on beaches before moving to Melbourne at age 10. After one look at Melbourne beaches she got a library card and started to read. It was a logical step to take her love of romance novels to the next stage and tell her own stories. After some success in writing competitions she’s thrilled that her warm, heartfelt romances have found an audience.
By day, she works in the commercial lighting industry, lighting anything from bridges to five star hotels. By night, she’s working her way through a United Nations of fictional heroes.
After a lifetime of kissing frogs one finally turned into a prince and she lives with her partner in Melbourne’s inner north. She loves live jazz, cooking complicated meals that totally destroy the kitchen, and dining out. She has embraced Melbourne by wearing far too much black.
Red Dirt Duchess
When English society playboy Jonathan Hartley-Huntley is sent to outback Australia after a disastrous affair with his editor, all he wants is to take a few pictures, do a quick interview and get back to his usual life of luxury as soon as possible. Until he meets his host, the irresistible Charlie Hughes, and suddenly the back of beyond is a lot more appealing.
Running the pub is a labour of love for Charlie and she has no desire to ever leave the tiny town of Bindundilly. That is, until Jon discovers an old painting that raises questions about both their lives. Charlie impulsively decides to follow him to London, and as the feelings between them begin to deepen, she starts to wonder if there’s more to life than the pub. But at Jon’s family home, the magnificent Hartley Hall, they become acutely aware of the differences between them, and it soon seems clear they have no future together – especially if Jon’s mother has her way.
Family and tradition threaten the course of true love in this warm and witty novel from the author of Outback Bride and Her Italian Aristocrat.