Everywhere I write is pretty much an inadequate writing space. Isn’t that awful? My main writing area is my desk and it’s… Well, it’s small. Too small. It doesn’t help that my bird tries to claim each and every area for himself. Granted, we allow the caique to rule the house, but still. Of course I supervise him when he is near electronics. Caiques think cords are fun to chew!
Then there’s my couch, another completely inadequate writing space. Why? Because the temptation to turn on Doctor Who is there. As a Jane-come-lately to loving the series, I have many seasons to watch to bring me up to speed. Naturally, I sit on the sofa and think, “I’ll just watch one,” and one turns into two or three or more.
Sometimes I slip out of the house early in the morning, visit the local cafe for a deliciously unhealthy skillet, and then move on to the library after eating breakfast. There’s a certain charm to visiting for writing purposes, though I try to limit my writing visits to once a month. I also focus better at the library, so it works out much better for me as a writing space. It’s just a place I need to be in the mood to visit. That or my family needs to be driving me crazy enough that I leave the house.
As a fellow writer friend of mine put it, “I’m a stay-at-home mom, an extrovert, and a dreamer.” Fortunately for me, the SAHM part isn’t quite as applicable. My husband handles the cooking, cleaning, and child-rearing. But even though my family recognizes that even when mom is at home, mom is also working, I need to get out sometimes! So that balance between writing here and there and everywhere means I can trade one space for another, as needed.