A Writer's Space

Aaaaaah (that's a relieved sigh, not a scream...just to be clear).

Here I sit in my new office. I have two giant Rubbermaid tubs, full to overflowing, just waiting to be emptied, the contents organized in drawers or filed. Every time I need something, I have to dig through a tub. And I'm cool with that, because this is my office.

Aaaaaah. (Still not screaming)

I don't remember if I mentioned it on here, but hubby has been doing some construction around this joint. He ripped up hardwood floors, tore out a platform and the bottom of a set of stairs, hammering through walls.

I ripped up the carpeting and the carpet tack strips. Yeah, I know. I rock. ;) Phew.

After all that, he built some walls, laid some hardwood floors, built new stairs, painted, re-wired electricity, put in light fixtures/switches/outlets, so on and so forth.

I painted some. And then I grouted some tile. Oh yeah, he put the tile down and then sponged it off afterward. Cuz' he's awesome like that.

I was busy. What do you want?

And all of this adds up to me having a main floor office! So exciting! Before, my office was down in the depths of the basement, sharing space with a guest bed, rolling towers full of photos and scrap-booking materials, and a sewing area. I was crammed in one corner. Yes, it was still an office, and more than some have, so I wasn't actually complaining, but I also couldn't go down to my dungeon to write if my kids were upstairs in their rooms, or out back, or anywhere I couldn't see/hear them from the basement, which meant no time for my office in the summer. But now they can be anywhere! And I can hear them. I know what they're doing. And I can be writing while knowing what they're doing.

Woot!

We all need a space to create. For some, it's a huge office with a gorgeous view. For others, it's a closet converted to an office, or a guest room with a desk or table in it, or their lap on the sofa. Maybe it's a lawn chair out back, a stolen corner of their "day job" office, a restaurant or coffee shop.

But we all need a space to create in. No matter how tiny that space is. Even if we have to dig it out and force it into shape, it's still a space for creating. It frees us up to focus on our words, our artwork, our crocheting, our whatever-it-is-we're-creating.

I'd post some office pics for you, but I'll be paying Nutschell a visit in the coming months, so I'll have to wait to share it with you until then. Plus, it's not quite picture-worthy yet. Let me do a little more organizing.

In the meantime, I hope you ferret out a little bit of a space for yourself.

And create.

P.S. For those who wondered, and until I can reply to each of you individually, the funky spiked melon in my Wednesday post was a kiwano melon, or horned melon fruit. It really didn't taste half bad. The texture was just a bit gag-worthy for a noob. I got it at a King Soopers, so a regular chain supermarket.

P.P.S The Black Forest fire is being slowly, but surely, beaten into submission. Many have been allowed back to their homes (or the land their homes used to stand on). This fire officially exceeded Waldo Canyon for damage, though the loss of life was equal (2). It was horrific, but once again the community has come together, which is wonderful. There was another fire at the Royal Gorge Bridge. The animals lived, and the damage to the bridge, itself, was minimal, but the park surrounding it was fairly totaled. There are still other fires burning, as well, so our state is not yet free of the summer flames. We have been getting a bit of a rain each day, and I hope that continues through the rest of summer.

What's your creation space like? Do you have an office or is it purely about your lap? What's your view? Have you gone out to get one of those melons yet? Come on, you know you want to!

May you find your Muse.