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Varuna Writer's House |
Logistics: The house is a 10-15 minute walk from the centre of Katoomba. It has WiFi internet with no drop out and nary a television to be found. Each apartment is made up of a bedroom, a separate writing room (or Eleanor Dark's entire studio, if you have the Maid's quarters) and a bathroom. The rooms have names such as "Bear Room", "Green Room" and "Maid's Room". I was fortunate to have the Main room, which is at the top of the stairs on the left of the main door in the first image. It had a fireplace that made ghostly noises at night. How wonderful - once I'd gotten used to the sound and could get to sleep. All of the bedrooms are on the top floor with the exception of the Maid's quarters.

Nobody is disturbed from their task. It's an environment that 'compels' the writer to write... when she's not making pots of tea, that is... or looking out of her window at strange people (other writers) walking around the garden, waving umbrellas above their heads in a maniacal fashion on a sunny day??? It was September. Supposedly the magpies were swooping, though they never bothered me - not for the entire time I was at the Writer's House. And yet tales of their F-15 accuracy were bandied around the dinner table.
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The Mythical Magpies of Varuna |
I suspect Kath, Dave & Jackie were pulling my leg.
They were the three other writers present for all of my stay. Great people. We met up at dinner and had postprandial readings and discussions.
Work time: My rough daily schedule was to write from 0700H, taking a break around 1730H to set the fire downstairs and hand-feed the magpies. After dinner I'd often resume writing until 2300H.

I had two consultancy sessions with Ms Lee. Each was followed by a flurry of re-structuring the plot and tweaking the dialogue. I like to get things done so would plan a 24H turn-around, to email the revised manuscript VI well in advance of Ms Lee's next visit. This worked well.
The joy in spending time at Varuna (even when one works hard) comes from the full immersion effect. There is a comforting solitude in the house. Underneath carpet the floorboards squeak just as they have done from countless writer's feet before mine.
Why, Fireflies of course!