I am like Virginia Woolf, I do not have “A Room of One’s Own.” As a Californian living in one of the priciest areas, real estate is expensive. Thus, I live in a modest three bedroom, two bath house with my husband and two kids. We don’t have a spare room that I can claim as my writing space. Hence, my computer sits atop the end of my dining room table and this is where I write.
Fortunately, I am a Type A. I can disappear into my story with kid’s running around, the television blaring from the next room, an African Grey squawking in my ear, and my two dogs lying at my feet. With my eldest daughter heading off to college in a few weeks, I will have the luxury of moving my laptop into her bedroom. For the first time in my life, I will be able to practice my craft in solitude.
As I stand on the cusp of that sought after “Room of One’s Own” I’ve dreamed of for years, I’m not so sure a quiet space is a prerequisite to good writing. Moments of inspiration that have shifted the plot of my young adult novel to a whole new direction have occurred because I was in the hub of family activity. Like most things in life, there are pluses and minuses to every situation. Maybe, it doesn’t matter where you write, only that you DO write.
Where do you write? Do sticky notes cover your computer monitor? Where do you find inspiration?