Everytime I wish I had an office to write in (as opposed to a desk crammed into the corner of our bedroom) I remind myself of one of my favourite authors, Stephen King, who reputedly wrote his first novel with a typewriter on his lap in a corner of a laundry room. Or somewhere just as unpleasant.
I’m lucky enough to have a cosy bedroom and a desk. And if that desk is a mess because I don’t have enough space, and let’s face it, I’m a wee bit of a slob, then I’ve just had to put up with it. Don’t be shocked, but this is currently what my workspace looks like.
No, it’s not a still from The World’s Worst Hoarders. How rude. This is the unvarnished reality of this author, peeps. And BTW, the shelves are normally crammed with books but I had to move them off temporarily.
However, hopefully by the end of the year I’ll have my very own writer cave. One that I can lock my family and my two naughty boy cats out of. No more interruptions from DH wandering in and out of the room looking for his misplaced phone. No more cats fishing teabags out of my mug when I’m not looking. Ah, the bliss. In preparation I bought this sign to hang on my wall. It’s more suitable for a romance author than ‘interrupters will be shot’ I suppose. 😏
Do you have a special room or space just for yourself? What are the conditions of entry? If you don’t have a room or special space, what would it look like if you did and what would you use it for? Let me know in the comments.
Have an awesome week!