Every morning, once my kids are dropped at school and the necessary jobs around the house are done, I take a cup of something hot up to my desk in the spare bedroom office I share with my man. That’s where the entrance to my rabbit hole is. Where’s yours?
It can be anywhere; your dining table, your sofa with your laptop. It could be on a train with a good old-fashioned notepad and pen. It could even be a notepad app on a mobile phone. Wherever it is and however you do it, if you’re a writer, that’s what you do. And very often: if not every day, then almost every day. Sometimes, you find gold down there via a twisted path leading you absolutely anywhere on the way. Sometimes you find a big, scary, black space. With absolutely nothing in it.
Whatever kind of writer you are the rabbit hole is somewhere you’ll already know rather well. Here’s my take on it.