I am arranging a proper workspace for myself, because, believe it or not, I have been working from a second-hand armchair for the last couple of years. The armchair is shabby yet comfortable, but it was not meant for such a long-term connection with my butt. My spine and hips have started to wage regular revolts against this abuse, and they're not the only ones. My stick-to-it-iveness has become less focused and more all over the place. Sitting down to write means writing a sentence, knitting for a bit, flipping through television channels, petting the cats, making coffee, checking the mail, writing a few more words, repeat. It's difficult to remain productive when your back is in crippling knots and there are twenty different things pulling at your attention.
Being thirty-six, I made the uncharacteristic but grown-up decision to establish a space that is dedicated to my writing. I could have done this years ago, but this self-saboteur has to do stuff in her own time. Since I started writing regularly at the age of seven, that means it only took me twenty-seven years to do this thing.
Am I making this sound like I already have a writing space put together? Because I don't yet. I'm working on it. I have piles of books to deal with, a room to wash of nearly-sentient dust bunnies, furniture to arrange, curtains to buy and hang, and then I have to do whatever it is I have to do to make it feel like mine.
That is the hard part. I don't know how to make a space feel like mine. I have a transient kind of soul, and ever since I can remember, I've felt more like I am renting than owning space on this earth. I need a few pointers.
What do you do to make a place feel like yours? How do you arrange it? What do you put it in it? If you roll around naked on all of it surfaces and that works for you, tell me about it (minus the dirtier details), because I'm willing to give it a shot. This Schmutzie has some serious, behind-the-scenes writing to do, and I will be grateful for your suggestions. Unless they involve animal blood or setting things on fire. I'm blood-squeamish, and fire and I have a bad history.