My husband is very respectful of the time I need to write.
If I’m typing away, he does not interrupt me with invitations to watch television; requests to sample his latest culinary feat; and pleas to, for the love of God, vacuum the stairs.
What is more of a challenge is ensuring I have space of my own in which to write, and the home office is getting a bit crowded with stuff. The stuff belongs to both of us—it’s mine and ours. Things like:
- All the books we own
- Wrapping paper and ribbons
- An extra dining room chair
- Malfunctioning Roomba parts
- Cat litter
- A recently acquired set of encyclopedias
- Three empty CPUs
- Textbooks, binders and sundries from my hubby’s cooking classes
While it’s easy to simply clear a path, settle into the office chair and peck away at the keyboard—because physically, what else do I need?—I find that I want more space for writing.
I want elbow room on the desk for when I peer out the window and noodle out a plot problem. I’d like to install a coffee pot so I don’t have to run up and down the stairs. I want a reading table so I don’t have to set up a secondary workstation in the living room every time I read the latest Writer’s Digest.
I need less ours and more mine.
How do my fellow Restless Writers carve out space at home to write?