I’ve known for quite some time that having a separate place to write from the rest of the world is rather important. I have mostly been using the same computer I write on to log in to Facebook. The distractions are endless. However, in a 550 square foot apartment, the quiet spots are not so obvious.
So with my writing returned to its rightful spot, the forefront of my attention, I have made assessments, rearranged a few things, hidden a few more things, and have created my spot, albeit a cramped one.
Introducing, The Cloffice. Oh, and Stella, in case you’ve never met.
That’s right. You are seeing this correctly. There is a desk in my closet. Can I open the drawer? A little bit but I can work without it. And yes, it will be cramped and surely it will be evident when it is time to do laundry. However, the motivation to write because my life depends on it will be just as evident as my dirty socks two feet away.
Nice. A step up from my three cat bedffice.
That’ll work! Nice improvisation / creative ‘making-do’ with what you have. I respect that.
Good for you! I think it’s both clever and very cute — and if it works, isn’t that all the matters?
Also, Stella is gorgeous. Which I am quite sure she knows.