Lots and lots of people have writing lairs. I envy them. I envy them immensely.
I have a few places that I write around my house. And I have one place where I plan really really well. But I don’t have a writing lair.
This saddens me.
See, I’m not legally able to drive yet, and my house isn’t close enough to the local Starbucks to go there regularly (My house isn’t close enough to anything, really– just a whole bunch of old people. >.<).
And so, I’m stuck writing at home. Although I don’t mind it much.
I think that the only thing that bothers me is that I don’t have a set place where I can write uninterrupted.
I have a couch in the family room. I’m sitting on it now. It’s not connected to the main couch, and it’s, like, one of the long chair type deals that Cleopatra sat on.
I CANNOT WRITE ON THIS SUPER COMFY COUCH, although I wish I could.
I have a couch in my living room, too. But it’s not nearly as comfortable. But I write better there.
And I have a chair. I have a chair in my dinning room. It’s always the same chair, in the same exact spot, in the same exact position. No one ever asks me to move my stuff, because we don’t usually use the dinning room, anyway.
I plan there. I write there. It’s where I won Screnzy and Camp NaNo July. It’s my lucky chair.
But lately, I haven’t felt so lucky in it. A change of scenery would be nice.
Maybe I’ll start writing outside…. although I would probably get frostbite from the cold Washington air. >.<
So I need a new place to write. :(