Mr. Darcy Strikes Again
In addition to these winners, congrats to Readsalot81. She’s going to receive a shiny new Stroke of Genius from me.
Today since I’m working on final copy edits for Between a Rake and a Hard Place and juggling a couple other projects, I’m going to cheat a bit on the blog and share some things that you may have seen elsewhere (notably Norah Wilson’s Workplace Wednesday.)
Her idea is that writers should show their readers where the magic happens. However, I don’t have a fancy office to show off. You see, I’m a condo dweller here in New England. While that makes for pleasant times during the winter when we don’t have to shovel and glorious springs and summers enjoying the lush landscaping around our building without pulling a single weed, it also means “itty, bitty living spaces.”
My workspace is a recliner. It sits in a corner of my bedroom. As you can see from this photo, I have writing buddies. Mack and Harry love to snuggle, one on either side of me serving as furry armrests, while I type away on my laptop. For active little dogs, they demonstrate a remarkable ability to lie perfectly still while the keys are clicking. They also give me an excuse to knock off every now and then and take a walk around the park outside our building. Sometimes, I do my best dialogue writing in my head while Harry and Mack are making the world safe from squirrels.
Of course, having pets means wear and tear. One recent casualty in the Harry vs Anything Chewable War was my beloved thesaurus. My friend Marcy says he chews books because he associates them with me and wants to feel closer to me. By that reasoning, he also wants to be closer to the wood worker who shaped the spindles in my dining room chairs. Fortunately, Harry seems to be outgrowing the chewy phase.
One of the best things about my writing space is the view from my window. We are situated on the Mystic River (which you can see here in semi-frozen glory & yes, we still have snow and ice here in New England. Welcome to my spring.) There are flocks of swans and Canadian geese that eye each other warily from across the open water, like rival gangs marking out their turf. In summer, the river is alive with boat traffic and early morning scullers. When I get stuck on a scene, a few minutes of river gazing helps me center myself and dive back into my story.
But sometimes, I long for a dedicated office–a place where I can spread out and play, to store the mountain of books that are now boxed up and hiding in the storage bin in the basement of our building. And most especially a place where I can close the door on the mess when I’m done for the day.
Guess I can share with you now that I will have that in about a year. The DH and I are making plans to move back to the midwest in April 2014 and there’s a spare room in our house there with my office’s name on it. I can’t wait to have not only my recliner, but a love seat to sprawl upon. A lovely antique oak desk waits for me there and I intend to have a whole wall of bookshelves. I’m thinking of putting my treadmill in my office too, but I’m not sure I’ll have space. Might have to decide between it and the loveseat.
If you were designing the perfect home office, what would you put in yours?