I’ve mentioned many times that I lack an office space and how I’m envious of authors that can escape to a refuge. Well, the winter and summer seasons really drive this home. A snow day means no work and summer break results in the same thing. This coming summer will be the first one where my son doesn’t have a school program. So I’m going to see how editing only goes, which means I want to write two more first drafts (Books 10 & 11) before that time comes.
Now I’ve wondered if I’ll ever get a room to call my own. I know what I’d have there too. My exercise bike, a TV with DVD player, my laptop, a comfy chair, the desk, maybe a fish tank, a mini-fridge with seltzer and yogurt, and a lock on the door. I wouldn’t have a library because my wife and I share the books. Yet, the following conversation really makes me think this will never come to pass:
Me– One day I’ll have an office. Just a spot I can work in without fearing a disturbance. No phones beyond my cellphone too.
Wife– And a spot in the corner for my scrapbooking stuff.
Me– No. What part of ‘my office’ did you miss?
Wife– Then I get a scrapbooking room.
Me– You have the basement, part of our room, and part of the dining room. I’ve nearly hole-punched my foot on several occasions.
Wife– I want a room.
Me– *looks around bedroom* I think you’re covered.
Yeah. I know this goes into the personal realm here, but this has been weighing heavily on my mind. Also, she technically won that debate since I use the bedroom as an office and she has scrapbooking stuff on the floor. Many people don’t realize what they can do to support or take the edge off the author in their family. To the same extent, there seems to be an inability to figure this out for stay-at-home parents. So I’m going to touch on those two areas this week with some fun lists. For today I ask the question:
As an author/artist/overworked person, what do you really want from the people around you?