In this week’s Confessions series, Lee Davy describes the difficulties that arise from the solitude of writing and the importance of finding the energy that will transmute into one’s work.

Kidnapped water moves from side to side in the glass. It sits atop a Lynyrd Skynyrd coaster. Next to it sits a napkin. It has the words ‘Zoe-Gillings Briers‘ written on it in black pen. There is an arrow pointing to the crease. I wonder what’s beyond the crease?

I can see half of an American Express bill behind my Macbook. A list of hidden costs scribbled in blue. There are others notes: groceries, pay assistant, figure out November tithing, USANA, holidays, tax and Xmas. The sight of it sends the theme of blue into my heart. Think happy thoughts. There is a pile of old receipts waiting for someone to file them. I think that someone is me. Think happy thoughts.

Beyond the window is a grey building. Like Jack’s Beanstalk, I can’t see where it ends. It’s depressing. I can’t even see the people as they go about their nine to five. The windows are black. Their secrets are safe.