I stumbled upon an article about writing space that I wanted to share.
I used to write, quite successfully, at my dining room table. I love the early morning light that comes through the window, not too bright until right after lunch – sometimes, I’m still writing and I have to draw the blinds.
From my dining room table, I can also view of what happens in front of my house. It’s minimal distraction. But just distracting enough for when I need to look up from any painfully blank pages. A neighbor walking a dog. A child riding a bike. My neighbor searching through the recycling bin.
I have a cafe style table. Far too big for my little space. A little taller than average. But it works when I get tired of sitting, I can stand.
The chair got hard to sit on. Back pain. Hip pain. The minimal cushion became even more minimal after so many days and hours and years sitting there.
I’ve thought about getting a little table. A table built for two – me and my computer – and set it right near the window – even closer than I am now. But would it be big enough for my tea? my snack? my stack of junk mail?
I changed my writing space to a proper desk. Big. Wooden. Dark. A drawer filled with paper, pens, stapler, and the like – whatever I might need. A nearby printer. A proper chair.
Yet, reading this article, I realized I’m nowhere near as productive as I used to be.
Starting tomorrow – it’s back to my table!
Where do you write?
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During the last year or so, it’s on my back on the couch, feet up, staring at my scuffed, battle scarred muses, my Red Wing shoes.