I'm friends with a lot of writers on Facebook, and it seems like everyone's been posting photos of their workspaces lately, partly thanks to this cool little piece from The NY Times. It's always interesting to get a look at the places where people live--that's why shows like House Hunters exist, I guess. But there's something even more alluring about seeing where a writer goes to create, to really let their imagination run free. It's an important spot, a place where entire worlds are created, where whole people spring to life.
Or something like that.
I've seen quite a few photos of really great spaces writers use. Offices full of books and big windows, lots of natural light and squashy chairs. It makes me a little jealous, to see rooms like that. Office-envy, you could call it.
I have a desk in my bedroom where I do all my writing. I used to have my own office, but due to space constraints and three growing kids, I decided to give it up. Sometimes it's frustrating, to be working in such a small space, but then I remind myself that it's work. Writing is a joy, I love to do it, but I also make money at it, money I use to pay bills and feed my family and make my car payments. A person can go crazy if they're not able to separate themselves from their work, so maybe it's best for me to have nothing but a little corner to work in, a little reminder that writing is a part of me--an important part, but not the most important part.