This wasn't what I had originally planned to blog about but something happened today that made me wonder about how other writers work.
When I first started writing, almost five years ago, I worked in a little cubby hole between the kitchen and dining room. It wasn't the quietest place to work, but I hate writing in long hand, so since that's where our computer was, it's where I had to be. Then, about two years later, my sweetheart surprised me with a laptop. I gladly abandoned my work station and enjoyed the freedom of being able to sit just about anywhere to write. I loved that, but still wanted my own office, my writing haven. You know, where you can close the world out and have all your stuff around you. Comfortable necessities like my giant dictionary that I love to peruse and pick out words I don't know for the fun of it. Yes, I'm a little odd.
Two months before we moved from Indiana, I finally got my wish. I had this beautiful office, skylights right over my desk, an LCD television -- which I swear I only played Buffy reruns on. Oh, how I loved it. Cried my eyes out to leave it. Yes, I'm a little emotional.
Then we moved to Alabama. Since we've been in our new home, which is a little over a year, I've had three offices. And if we ever finish the basement, which we will possibly in the late part of the twenty-first century, I'll probably move my office again.
What prompted this blog? My husband persuaded me to put his mother's eighty year old sofa in my office. Well, the sofa is huge, my office is not. The sofa is an antique, my other furniture is not. Yes, I admit, I'm close to being an antique. But not yet.
So, I'm sitting in semi total chaos, and wondering if this will inhibit my writing.
I tell myself no. A writer should be able to write anywhere, at anytime. But I know me. I'm a creature of habit. I wake up each morning, get my coffee, feed the dog and then head to my laptop, where I check my email and then begin to work. I like things to stay the same, look the same, be the same. Yes, I'm a bit boring.
Will the disarray inhibit me? I don't know. I'm hooked up to the Internet, my dictionary is to my left, my grammar book behind me and the stereo is finally hooked up. If I don't look behind me, I can pretend that all's right in my little writing world. But if I do turn around, boxes, papers, notebooks and nicknacks are stacked three feet high, looking to be put away. Unfortunately, I have no place to put them.
What about you? What's your workspace like? Do you have to have perfect order, organized chaos, all of your favorite things around you? Or can you just pick up pen and paper, your laptop or Alphasmart and write away, no matter where you are?