My Workspace Revised

Recently, I rearranged the corner where I write. My workspace is 6 ft by 4 ft with another 21 inches of shared space on the table where my large monitor sits, also used by my older d when she wants to participate in the "homework club."

My work table is 2 ft by 3 ft (click to enlarge):

I used to have a second table the same size right behind my chair but instead now I have this:

Note my Littlest Petshop collection. Every writer needs one.

The 2nd table I used to work on has another function. It is now my younger d's homework space, and hence the hub of the homework club, which draws my older d into the room with her binder and books so that we can all sit close by in our intellectual endeavours:

(Note the fan–you'd think I could put it away for the winter, but then you wouldn't be thinking that menopause can generate more heat than a furnace.)

Everything in a small house has a dual purpose, and my bed is sometimes my research space, with notes and files spread around it. But at the moment it's also part of the homework club as H is arranging her project on sewing machines on a display board laid flat on the bed.

Sometimes I dream about a bigger house with my own study and a sewing room, too. But right now I'm grateful for the coziness of my family and the view from my desk. Time, love, and peace–that's what is needed for my imagination to stretch.

Filed under: Literary, Personal Tagged: Writing Life