Over the past few weeks I have been plagued with a finicky muse. She finally told me that the space I was using to write just wasn’t cutting it for her. The living room couch- no good. The office upstairs- nope. My bedroom- not happening. It seemed that everywhere I tried to write, there was always noise. Familiar noise that distracted me.
So I decided to block it out with white noise. Too high-pitched. But the pink noise was lovely for a while. But then it became irritating to my ears, as well. So I tried music, something I already knew was a stretch. It’s so ingrained in me that I’m constantly distracted by it, so I didn’t hold out much hope. As suspected, I loved the music, but didn’t get much writing done.
Well, my aunt came to my writing rescue! She offered her guest room, detached from the house, as a writing den whenever I wish. Just a room with a bathroom and closet. (No this picture is NOT her guest room.) SCORE! A perfectly quiet space to create. No more noise, no more masking the noise with more noise. I’ve been there twice this week and my muse is so happy. I have a snack table big enough for my laptop and a folding chair, just a tad uncomfortable as to keep me actively engaged. HEAVEN. I’m finally able to HEAR my story and write it down. This is a massive deal. You see, by next week, I’ll have a book to edit and yet another to continue writing. I need my peace and quiet to reach my goals. And so I shall have it. Ahhh!
Here are some famous writers’ writing areas…
Roald Dahl’s Writing Shed: Jane Austen’s simple area:
Piers Anthony’s: Henry David Thoreau’s: