writers have a habit of staring. They can do this for hours, with eyes fixed on the wall, a cup of coffee, a laptop, but most look out the window. I daresay that the writer looks out the window more than he writes, so if someone says that for five hours he was a writer (which anyway is impossible without a break), then I say: Yes, but in the three hours watching out the window!
The blog has already published several photos showing the view from my window, these are photos of a small park, and rising behind the church St. Mary's. Every day, enclosed tower - happens to be in the restaurant, so it is packed in a material that during the last storm, and so was unable to stop the falling bricks - looks over my shoulder, watching me as I write.
not want to be pathetic, but I really became very close to it, what is more - has become almost an essential attribute of the writer, something that in my view, it allows me to better focus, persevere longer at their desks, this church just watching over me and jealously controlling my time.
Kościół Mariacki. Do tej pory zdążyłam go dokładnie poznać, znam w nim wszystkie wejścia i wyjścia, portale, wytarte kamienne płyty, kaplice, zegary, drewniane rzeźby, ołtarz. Czuję się w nim jak w domu. Kiedy mam już dosyć siedzenia przy biurku, a wiem, że nie mam dość czasu na spacer lub wypad w miasto, wtedy idę właśnie tam i parę razy obchodzę wkoło wnętrze kościoła, za każdym razem odkrywając jakiś nowy szczegół.
Co ja pocznę bez niego, już wkrótce? Zastanawiam się nad fototapetą. Jakoś trzeba ten problem rozwiązać.
