Photo: My writing “cave”
The other day In the middle of the afternoon, I was sitting in my office after a productive writing session and I was thanking my lucky stars.
My blinds were mostly closed. My husband calls my office my “writing cave” because I like to keep it cozy. I wrap my princess blanket around me, put a quilt on my lap, and write in lamplight, listening to cello music on Pandora.
But yeah, that is where I hibernate my ideas. It is also my safe space. I can go in there and daydream and …spin stories and forget the outside world for several hours. My favorite beagle comes in and plops by my feet and we just hang out companionably, me tapping away at my laptop and her snoring slightly.
That afternoon, I was grateful to have my own writing space, that my kids are old enough I could do this full-time, I have a flexible business and city position that allows for book writing, and my husband has a good enough job that I don’t need to get work that pays until my novel-writing earns more.
If I could do just one thing, it would be creating books. I used to look at it more as a hobby, but now it is looking more and more possible that I could produce a body of work that could bring in income if I work smart enough. As much fun as politics and ghostwriting are, I could happily write books full-time.
Meanwhile, I am grateful I can write as much as I can.
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