The Writing Shed
I’ve been struggling to write.
I’ve tried writing before going to work, but I’m a night owl by nature. Besides, in the morning my head is anticipating what I’ll have to deal with when I get to the office — it’s not empty enough to let creativity in. I’m surrounded by laundry and dishes and pets that need feeding and litterbox that needs cleaning, and that’s just what needs doing at home. During the day I’m Director of Sales for a major hotel, during a global pandemic. I have a lot on my mind.
So I decided to take radical steps to get the separation I need from daily life. I ordered a shed. Only eight feet square, it only has room for writing, and has windows on three sides. This, I told myself, was where the magic would happen.
I’ll let you know how that goes.
For now, all my writing hours have been spent adding insulation, wiring, flooring, wall paneling, and a live-edge black walnut floating desk…
Perhaps at some point I’ll actually be able to write in it.