There’s nothing like a deadline to motivate you to clean the bejabbers out of your house. In our case, it was hosting our first prospective buyer. We’ll be moving later this year and, while the house is not officially on the market yet, we are informally showing it to interested friends and colleagues.
Because we just cleaned it, now’s a good time to share a few pics of where I do all of my writing. Some people write in coffee shops or libraries or other public spots. I get far too distracted by all of the other people in those public spots. I prefer to work at home, alone in the home office that I share with my wife. We almost never use it at the same time and the layout makes it an easy space to share.
The office is a roughly L-shaped room with the door along the outside of the longer portion. Thus, a naturally divided space. One portion of the “L” is hers and the other is mine. It’s fairly easy to spot the border:
Her side is “Appletree” green. Mine is “Saddle” brown. Taking it a step further, she gets the big windows and natural light on the southern exposure side of the house:
Meanwhile, I’m quite happily tucked under the eaves at the front of the house:
Our realtor laughed when I enthused about the prospect of working in that section. “Of course you want the dark side of the office.” But it’s really more about the focusing effect it creates. I can’t get distracted by what the weather is doing or squirrel fights in the maple tree outside the window. Instead, I’ve surrounded myself with stimulation that works for me:
The desk itself is a converted kitchen table that used to be in my Grandmother’s house. That’s a tin sign poster of Ted Williams I picked up in Cooperstown on the floor at left. The open briefcase on the left side of the desk is a retro, toy spyphone. The small bookshelf at the back holds writing craft-oriented books. The line of bottles beside it are horror, fantasy, and baseball inspired beers. Tacked to the sloping portion of the ceiling is a bit of motivational text and on the wall at right are a few framed postcards and a New Yorker magazine cover that I particularly like. Over on the opposite wall:
This is my main stash of fantasy, horror, and science fiction books. There are smaller pockets elsewhere throughout the house. More baseball stuff balanced atop the graphic novels and old journals at right.
When we move, I’ll be taking over what used to be a toll taker’s office in a historic, 200-year-old house. It will be all mine since it’s in a parsonage and my minister wife will be working in the church office a few dozen feet away. It’s a very different sort of space, with a door to the outside and a woodstove or chimney of some sort and some built-in bookcases. I’m excited to start creating in it. But this space under the eaves has been my wordsmith’s forge for quite a few of my stories, all of my poems, all of my Christmas skits, various essays, and my novel-in-progress. It has worked well for me.
And now I need to get back to work in it.