Our empty bookshelf is full again! All the books have come out of hiding and been returned in their rightful place. How is this possible so soon? The bookshelf itself has been transplanted to another room. You see, our little bookworm has been working very hard on her climbing skills. And the bookshelf was too dangerous.
My husband moved it upstairs, to what you might call the home office, which is a child-free zone. Now there is a large, empty space in our bedroom. It just feels wrong. I can't stop looking at it. The blank white wall. The asymmetry. The unzen-like quality. This is the room where I currently write. But the vibe feels off now. If I could somehow turn my desk around so it faced the painting of the beach framed in the old, weathered window, I might feel better.
The room where our books now reside used to be known as "The Man Cave." But its status has long since been downgraded. Ever since our daughter was born, we have needed to move more and more stuff into that room. We only have so much space in the house. The way I look at it, it is a far better place for my husband to hang out than the dining room, which is where he had his computer, workout equipment and books when I first moved in.
I am thinking I will be taking over the room upstairs, whatever you'd like to call it, as my new writing space. Our bedroom suddenly seems very stark. Plus, the deeper I get in to my book, the more I need his 24 inch monitor. Constantly looking at/scrolling through a laptop screen is really starting to get to me. And, he has a much more comfortable chair up there. (No, I did not get the new desk chair for Mother's Day I wanted. Chairs with wheels and toddlers who climb do not mix well. And our bedroom is not a child free zone - by day anyway.)
What is your writing space like? Do you even have a dedicated space? How important do you think it is?