Except ..... I never wrote in there. A few weeks ago I sat in there, determined to figure out why. I could not. It seemed the perfect writing room. What is the problem?
It is not that I don't write. It is that I don't write in there. I write in my office being interrupted by the phone, the doorbell, and email. I write on the front porch with pen and paper watching the world go by. That is when it hit me, I need stimulation in order to write!
I don't know where I got the idea that I needed a room, locked away from the world to write. Maybe I read it somewhere. Or may it was just an excuse at one point, "I can't write because I need a place without distraction." However the thought had become stuffed into my brain; it had manifested itself into a writing room I could not write in.
I am someone who believes in change. So a change was going to be made! I was no longer going to try to force myself to write in that room. First, I moved my desk so I could look out the window at the world. Then I added a bird feeder just outside to watch the birds fly by. Much better, but not enough. So ...........
In came a lamp, in came the cat, in came shelves filled with knick-knacks.
In came a new rug, in came the books, in came the houseplants filling every nook.
In came the quilts, in came the throws, in came the carnival ducks sitting in a row.
Lots and lots of little changes that made this space my own.
Most importantly, in came me! Now I had truly created the writing room for me. A space locked away, but not too far. A place filled with things that stimulate my creativity and calm my nerves.
A room I find I can't wait to sit in with my computer, my cat, and my thoughts. I am in there, writing. A new happy place where just maybe I can find my true writer's voice.
Isn't is amazing how there seems to be a life lesson to be learned in every little aspect life. Even writing rooms. This became not only a room redo, but an opportunity to learn more about myself and what I need to be happy.
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