For me, the writing area is a sacred place. There's a certain sense of comfort mixed with intention loaded into such a place. I guess there's probably a fair amount of psychobabble I could dig up to further establish this point, but I'll just point out that most sleep deprivation studies say that the leading cause for insomnia is because the bed is being used for things other than sleep and sex. Isolate your area, and it becomes damn near magical.
Anyway, in addition to being very attached to my area, I'm also very attached to not changing things. Today we changed things. With the baby on the way, we moved the futon couch upstairs into my room, and in order to get it to fit we had to do a lot of shuffling. One of my book cases moved around the corner into the other attic room, Sue's drawing table shifted 90 degrees to the right, a lot of her fabric found a new home, our D&D bookshelf galavanted across the threshold, and most terrifyingly (for me at least [until now]), my desk had to move. Granted, it was just a straight slide from one side of the room to the other, but god you'd think I was taking an icepick in the forehead for it....I whined a lot. And Sue persisted. In the end, she was right to make me move (she always is), but what a shift.
I have an "L" shaped desk and a slanty roofed attic. Originally, the slanty wall was to my left (and covered in index cards, papers, and other random stuff). The short arm of the desk faced doorward, and the long arm was to my right (so basically I had to walk the long way around my desk to sit down. Cramped and narrow, it became very cave-ish up in the attic. Now the long arm is against the wall where the other bookshelf used to be. It's pretty swank-ish (now that I'm getting used to it). Here are a coupla pics. For a long time, I've been thinking about getting a picture of my writing area up, but apathy always took center stage. Does anyone else share a sense of insanity with their writing areas? What kind of crap do the rest of you put around your writing nooks?
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Now the part Drew leaves out is that the room also needed to be cleaned. I don't think he has dusted or moped his "sacred place of the writing" since we moved in. I have respected his space, but damn it was dirty.
I almost had a heart attack with the amount of dust bunnies, but I love him. Even though he is a filthy pig at times:)
The space is more user friendly now and he has extra space to move. Not to mention he is closer to the heating vent , which he will be glad of in winter.
ow the part Drew leaves out is that the room also needed to be cleaned. I don't think he has dusted or moped his "sacred place of the writing" since we moved in. I have respected his space, but damn it was dirty.
I almost had a heart attack with the amount of dust bunnies, but I love him. Even though he is a filthy pig at times:)
The space is more user friendly now and he has extra space to move. Not to mention he is closer to the heating vent , which he will be glad of in winter.
ow the part Drew leaves out is that the room also needed to be cleaned. I don't think he has dusted or moped his "sacred place of the writing" since we moved in. I have respected his space, but damn it was dirty.
I almost had a heart attack with the amount of dust bunnies, but I love him. Even though he is a filthy pig at times:)
The space is more user friendly now and he has extra space to move. Not to mention he is closer to the heating vent , which he will be glad of in winter.
At least you have a writing space in your own place of habitation. There's nothing really set up at the apartment yet for myself, so I drive down a couple times a week to my parent's house, where my old room affords me space to lock myself in. Hopefully, I'll be getting something set up in Louisville soon, because the couch just ain't cutting it anymore.
Really though, I don't keep a lot on hand for when I write. I have a bulletin board with rejection slips, a post card of Jonas Fonte's picture, another picture of my MIA friend Brian holding a high ball when we were 18, and an orange button that says "Jungle Fever!"
writing nooks?? sacred spaces???? ha!! if only i had one. maybe that's my trouble.
i seem to be constitutionally incapable of working while at home lately, so my nook is usually a table at one of the local Starbucks. (we used to have a cool independent coffeeshop in my town that i liked, but they shut down a year or so ago, boo!)
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