For many years I dreamed of having a
dedicated place to write—a place where I could have references at my
fingertips, files in a file cabinet, stacks of fresh legal pads and new typewriter
ribbons…did I mention that I started writing a long time ago?
It took a while to achieve my dream.
Every place I lived was too small, too crowded, too cramped. When my husband
and I finally bought a larger house (or perhaps I should say a slightly larger
house) we instantly had kids and all available space was given over to Lego’s
and other kid paraphernalia.
At that point in time, I had a
typewriter, and a pretty good one at that—a correcting Selectric. I would set the
monster up on the kitchen table and during naps and the occasional Disney
video, I’d work on my stories. When I needed the table for other things, such
as eating, the Selectric and my legal pads would go onto the floor until it was
time to write again.
Eventually, after the Selectric gave up
the ghost (or maybe the ribbons became impossible to find) I progressed to a small
word processor, which I set up in another high traffic area of the house—my
bedroom. It wasn’t until the kids graduated high school that I finally achieved
my dream of having a dedicated Lego-free writing area. I bought a computer and a
desk, which I set up in an office-like room that had once been my daughter’s
bedroom. That wonderful place was where I wrote my first Superromance, which
didn’t sell, and my second Superromance, which did. It was too good to last.
Shortly after I sold that first book, we
decided that we had to get the TV out of our small living room. The solution
was to make the office into a TV room and move the computer downstairs into the
basement bedroom. It sounded wonderful in theory. The basement has windows and
sunlight and was quiet. I splurged on a better computer desk and an actual file
cabinet, but in spite of that, when I sat down at the keyboard, it just didn’t
feel right. Too quiet. After a few weeks
of trying to write in my new office, I gave up and moved back upstairs to the
kitchen table and started to write. The words began to flow. I decided to stay.
My writing laptop, which I recently
replaced with a tiny netbook, needed a bit of a home, so I bought a small
computer stand which I wedged between the wood cook stove and the buffet. My
husband swore the stand wouldn’t fit in that space, which was really code for “it’ll
look bad,” but I didn’t care. I shoved the desklet against the wall and started
writing books.
The kitchen is now my dedicated writing
area. When I get stuck, which is often, I sometimes turn my chair around and move
the netbook from the computer stand to the kitchen table. For some reason
facing the opposite direction helps me when I hit a creative wall.
Every morning before I go to my day job,
I unplug my netbook and pop it, along with the legal pads on which I keep notes
as I write, into a tote bag for the 45 minute drive to work. If I’m on
deadline, I’ll often write on my way to work while my husband drives. When I
get home in the evening, the netbook goes back onto either the kitchen table or
the computer stand and I’m ready to write.
After several productive years spent at
the kitchen table, I’ve decided that dedicated writing spaces are great—and perhaps
I’ll have one again— but right now I’m more than happy to move my netbook when
it’s time to put dinner on the table. It just feels right being where I am.
My question to you is where do you feel
comfortable working? Do you have a dedicated area? Or do you shift things
around like I do? I’m giving away a complete set of my Superromance trilogy Too
Many Cooks? to a randomly chosen commenter. I hope to hear from you.
To learn more about Jeannie Watt and her books please visit her website www.jeanniewatt.com/
To learn more about Jeannie Watt and her books please visit her website www.jeanniewatt.com/





















