A few days ago, as I wandered through my house--so recently vacated by my two daughters--it hit me: I am an empty nester. Well, maybe not a full-fledged EN because one of my little chickadees is still in college, but an EN in practice anyway. And as I straightened the un-slept-in beds and peered in the trash cans that held no trash, I was tempted to be melancholy.
But a brilliant idea flashed into my sad brain: One of those empty bedrooms would make the perfect office for me! Because that’s what’s been holding me back, isn’t it? No place to write!
I immediately launched a plan of attack: Move this bed here, take out that chair, bring in a desk; monitor goes there, files beside it. And once I’m settled in, I’ll be writing 24/7 and turning out manuscripts faster than Nora Roberts.
Nice thought, eh?
I wrote more when I hauled my daughter to dance class and performances than I have at home. When she wanted to go to the local pub to hang out and dance with her friends, I went along and wrote. I’ve written in my car, in Starbucks, in Panera Bread, and Barnes and Noble. Will I be able to write in my own office?
What is the perfect writing space? Where do you write?