NaBloPoMo Day 5:
Tell us about your writing space. Where do you write your blog posts?
I love the idea of that: My Writing Space. It evokes pictures of a Pinterest-worthy office that I DIY’ed from things I found in dumpsters and at Goodwill and – with just a smidge of paint and elbow grease and my natural decor sensibilities – turned into something that strangers are drooling over.
Truth is, I don’t write in a picture-perfect office. I write wherever I find myself.
Sometimes I write at David’s desk, which his dad built when he was a kid. It is appealing – it’s usually an oasis of neatness in the explosion that is our home office – but the desk was built by (and is now used by) a very tall person, so it’s a pretty awkward height for me. David spends all of his computer time there, too, so it’s not usually free in the evenings when I want to write.
A few posts have been written at my desk at my office, on evenings when I’ve worked late and need to take a break. It’s not my favorite place to write, though… maybe because I associate that space with stress, not relaxation.
I write in bed a lot. I got a lap desk for Christmas last year, which makes it a lot more comfortable than propping a hot laptop on my lap. (That was a lot of “lap” in one sentence.) My little laptop has a lighted keyboard, which makes it easy to keep writing even after David goes to sleep, on the rare chance that he goes to bed before I do.
Most of my posts, though, are written just as this one is being written: at one of the tables in my house. We have a kitchen table, a dining room table, and yet another “kitchen” table which is now living downstairs in the basement. We are a Home of Many Tables due to the sheer amount of game playing that happens here. Board gamers need variety – this table seats 6, the kitchen table is best for 4, and the dining table seats 8-10 (which means you can even have two games going at once).
Writing at the table suits me best because I can work right in the middle of things. I like the feeling of picking up my laptop and just getting to work. The distractions don’t actually distract me, because I can hyperfocus and tune out everything around me; in fact, sometimes chaos keeps me distracted enough from my own thoughts that I don’t get paralyzed by my ridiculous perfectionism.
So picture me as I am right now – sitting in semi-darkness at the table in my basement family room, surrounded by Halloween candy that Quinland and I sorted into a tournament bracket of sorts in order of preference, listening to Q try to pick out songs by ear on the keyboard, leg tucked under me on a hard wooden chair, feeling sleepy in this time-change week. It’s a good place to write.