I spent the past couple weeks trying to move my writing ‘office’ down to the basement. While I had more room to put and organize things, and it was much easier to print with the printer connected directly to my Mac rather than dealing with my impossible print server and aging printer, it didn’t work out. After three days, I moved back up to the dining room where things remain cluttered, my power cord stretches from the table to the nearest wall outlet, and I have to run downstairs whenever I print something. While I could use a tea cart to hold the printer, it clutters things even more.
I’ve written three books from the dining room table. I like the view out into the backyard. Here, the dogs often keep me company. I have a dog bed next to my chair. There’s room on the table for a dictionary and thesaurus, a couple drink coasters, my cell and home phone, headphones, backup drive, and a pencil/pen holder that’s really an empty glass candle container. At this point, I don’t know why I care about adding the printer back into the mix. I don’t even know why I just don’t move the dining room table closer to the window so my laptop’s power cord isn’t in the path of dogs, humans, or the vacuum cleaner. Maybe I could even empty out one of the china cabinet drawers and put my office supplies in there.
Hubby has wanted to get a second-hand desk for some time and put it in the front formal living room we’ve converted to a library. It’s airy and has all of our books there. But, the view is to the front of the house. It’s just not as tranquil or inspiring. Maybe I’ll move into that room… someday. But, I just don’t have an interest in watching my neighbors come and go, and I really don’t relish the idea of them looking in at me. It’s a gorgeous room – solid wood floors and a black oak bookcase. But it’d feel almost like a fish bowl. But, maybe I’ll move into it for a week and see how it goes. I can always dust off our hand-me-down card table and set up shop there for that long to see how it works out.
Where do you write?