:flex: Sunny, aka Lynn Cash is probably looking at the title of this and saying, “Shit, Rae is going to kick my ass publicly for calling her after 1 am this morning…” But I’m not. It was great to hear her voice and listen to her excitement over the conference in San Fran. Besides, if you’ve ever met Lynn personally, she towers over me. I’d be fleeing for my life. I’m a lover, not a :boxer:.
Yesterday, I went to a baby shower and one of the ladies sitting beside me asked how my writing was going. :fishin: I came home and my fiance’ was rearranging the kitchen–mainly where my office should be. You see, years ago, we set up a shower stall on the opposite side of the wall…where my office once was as a temporary fix until we could figure out how to make our tiny bathroom bigger. So, when I saw the shower curtain go up to protect the privacy, I felt even more defeated. In his defense, he was also trying to figure out our bathroom, but I didn’t realize it at the time. We’d had a conversation earlier in the week when I explained that I needed my own space–tiny as it may be–to get away, put my music up loud and write. Without hearing two tvs. Rules would be set that if I was in my space, it was my writing time. I was so desperate, I countered, that I’d be willing to go into the dungeon aka the cellar. It’s half a basement–the other half has yet to be dug out. It’s pretty creepy and I know there are spiders down there just waiting and lurking in the dark recesses just for me. :gah:
But after looking down there, we decided it’d be easier to move the shower stall. We have a plan. Make do with what we have in the teeny-tiny bathroom and let the next people worry about it. We’ll do the floor and walls and ceiling and use the claw-foot tub and get a shower kit for it. I can paint my space any color I want and I’ll even use the shower curtain if I have too, he doesn’t have to put up a wall as long as they realize when I’m in there, if I’m typing away…they can catch me on my breaks. But I also told him, with an office, I can have my stuff hanging in front of me and while the kids are in school…that can be my writing time. Eight hours of pure blissful writing. And that can happen. Right now, I have piles of stuff I have to sort through to write. And these piles have to be moved every night so we can eat. Yes, I’m writing this from our dining room table…the one we eat on…the one EVERYONE sees.
So, wish my luck that this bathroom project starts asap. As soon as it’s done, I can buy things like pain and a new desk…
I’m open to suggestions too. What can’t you live without in your office? I want to know! :drool:
Oh and P.S. If you’re a writer or you live with a writer or you know someone who is a writer. This is a MUST READ.