“When I was seven, I said to my mother, may I close my door?
And she said, yes, but why do you want to close your door?
And I said, because I want to think.
And when I was eleven, I said to my mother, may I lock my door?
And she said, yes, but why do you want to lock your door?
And I said, because I want to write.” – Dorothy West
I’ve been thinking this week about work – about where we work and how we work.
With this rolling about in my brain, I happened upon another lovely post over at Bliss In Images – about our creative spaces.
I have worked in a lot of different spaces.
When I was writing Mostly Happy, I worked:
- In a small studio apartment by a park.
- At a desk, beside another desk, in a big bright empty room in Windsor Ontario.
- In coffee shops – especially for the really heavy bits when I needed to be in public to let the scary words flow and not collapse into them.
- In various bath tubs – I share Bean’s love of bath tubs and work well in them – especially old claw-foots that you can lay a board over to prop your scibble book on. I don’t have a tub right now and I miss it sorely. I dream of once again owning a bathtub, and a bright room to set it in…One day…
- and finally – I finished the novel in a room of my own. We landed back in Saskatoon and got a two bedroom apartment on a sunny street near the library. My love set up his work space in the living room and gave me the “spare” room. It was full of books and sunshine and room to dance and it had a door that locked. I never locked the door, though I did close it a few times. Mostly it was enough to know that I HAD a door.
Things have shifted again and as I work on Sanctuary (yes that is the working title of the NIP)
I find myself building creative sanctuaries for myself in the shakey-shack on the Bay.
I don’t have much dough right now and I don’t have a room of my own – though there is one in progress…
Here’s what I need work well:
—– my back to the wall —-
I think that these might be the only things I NEED. The rest is gravy.
I was given a lovely gift, this summer. A trailer to write in. A new friend from down the lane heard that I was looking for a trailer and said, “I have one I’d like to get rid of. Come and take a look. You can have it if you want.”
Not only did he give me the trailer – he also delivered it and helped us get it set and level. What a huge act of generosity!
And… I love it.
I worked in the trailer during the 3day Novel Contest in Sept.
Then, I purposely told myself that I must turn my focus back to the NIP and leave the trailer to settle itself for the winter. In the spring, I shall make it my own beautiful writing/dreaming studio. I have all winter to dream on it.
For now, My lovely raggedy-man and I share the big wooden work table that fills our living room … and …I am working in the lower bunk in the bedroom. I have made it into a little office – with my lap desk and a bulletin board. I love it, actually. It is warm and downright cozy bananas. I rise up, start the coffee and light the fire. Once the fire is set to burn for a while, I take my coffee and head to the bunk. I have a lamp beside me on the dresser. I have candles and incense and a wee desk altar — some rocks and a shell, a tiny beautiful silver shell (gift from a friend) and a small fierce rune-casting woman I’ve been carrying with me since…the beginnings. She stands, beside the shell within a shell on a heart shaped rock. Casting.
It’s a good place to work.
A bunk of my own.
Have you claimed a space to do your creating/dreaming/working in?
What do you really NEED to work and what fills you with joy?
Let loose your imagination and tell me about your DREAM SPACE.
Thanks for stopping by.
go easy -p