If You’re a Writer, Get a Room

I’m really beginning to understand why it’s important to have an office outside the home if you’re going to spend most of your time writing a book for an intensive and condensed period of time.

I am not good at compartmentalizing. I’ve always had an all or nothing way of being. When I’m into something, I’m into it, people included, and when I’m not, I’m not. And, the same is true for me when it comes to my writing. I used to think balance was a decent goal. Now, I realize, it’s not even achievable. Give it up.

This weekend I was on a roll with my writing. I was re-writing and writing and I just couldn’t seem to stop telling the story that was tumbling out of me. I was consumed and I mean consumed which means, I was up at 7am, can’t seem to get around to making breakfast,  have some cofffee, what time is it now? It’s 3pm? Oh my god, I haven’t had breakfast and it’s three hours past lunchtime.  I’m still in my pajamas, haven’t washed my face or brushed my teeth or even talked to anyone and it’s 3 pm. I haven’t done the dishes and there’s stuff all over the kitchen table and dishes all over the kitchen counter.  If I lived with someone, they’d hate me.  If I had a partner and children, there’s no way I could get away with this. I turn into a bit of an addict. Thankfully, I had evening plans, out there, out in the world to take me away from it all.

If I had an office, I could work at work where work belongs and then I could just live at home. My kitchen table would be for eating, not file folders.  I could treat my house as a home, not an office with a bedrom, kitchen and bathroom.

If you write, do yourself a favour and get a room. Get an office outside your home. I need a two-bedroom apartment where I could close the door. And yet, I think even that might not be good enough. It has to be separate. Away. Get in the car, take the bus a safe distance from my instant access.  This is the realization I’m coming to for myself.

What would your ideal writing space be? Maybe you already have it. Tell me.


  1. a bit of an addict? heh

    my ideal space would be a floor in one of those funky east-side warehouses up Commercial where I could store my books and have a work table (I spread out when I research) and a desk and no distractions – don’t mind sharing the space, but there would have to be a rule of silence – like a secular cloister

    1. Secular cloister. ha. Like that. Well, obviously, we won’t be sharing space. No way there’d be silence then.
      Mine would, of course, be a little shack, upgraded, on a Gulf Island with an ocean view and oak wood floors, a big table, a wood burning stove, and a little cot in a corner to have an afternoon nap occasionally when my brain was exhausted.
      I’d have wildflowers leading up to its entrance and I’d have a beautiful sounding Japanese gong near the entrance so I could hit it when I needed a man with beautiful flowing long blonde hair to bring me Genmeisha green tea in the afternoon. (Well, they do say be specific when imagining your dreams right?)

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