The Writer's Office
An office of any kind is imperative for a writer of any kind. Something permanent; something personal. The first office I had was in the closet of a guest bedroom. It was a big folding door closet. I built the desk with a plain door and two file cabinets, IBM Selectric Typewriter, White Out, pens, envelopes, stapler. It was mine. I could close the door. From here I wrote Scout newsletters, outlines for events, school news, menus and letters and sometimes short stories. From here I dreamed of being a writer. I didn’t realize I already was one.
The next house didn’t have the luxury of a spare room as they were all filled with kids by now. I had to be content with a corner in my laundry room. A typewriter stand, one file cabinet, hidden behind the door with the ironing board. It was where I sat to give my writer’s brain relief. And it was close to the washing machine, my real job.
It was only in this current empty and quiet house, all the children grown, that writing could now become my real job. The next level. Publication, author, professional. My office in this house is the loft. We added French doors when we discovered that the TV below was louder up here than it is in the room where it’s viewed. I have bookshelves that hold all my writing books. All the tools I need are at hand. The printer sits beside my computer. There are no games, no music, no distractions. The chair is comfortable, my dog is under my desk. It’s here I work.
It’s because I have this place of my own that I can believe I’m a writer. Who else would have a writer’s office?
I agree with Kelly. If you want to be a writer, then get your tools together in one permanent place. Claim it. Every profession has a set of tools, after all. Sit in a comfortable chair and write. That’s what writers do.