It is with great fanfare that I announce that I’ve finally made the leap to my own laptop and printer! (Drumroll, please!)
Even more exciting to me is that I am converting one of our empty bedrooms into my own writing area. While not as romantic an idea as the writer’s garret that one reads about in stories like “Little Women,” it will still be my space. A place where I can set up my laptop, my printer, a desk, a few bookshelves – and my beloved Keurig machine. Maybe even play a little music to spark an idea or two from time to time.
I’ve done my fair share of typing on an iPad at the dining room table. That’s how I got started writing stories two years ago. But I wanted something with more power and more options. And I also wanted a space of my own. Over the past couple of years, I’ve accumulated bits of paper with story ideas which I’ve managed to scatter all over the house. I have notebooks here and there stuffed full of quotes, news articles and other minutia that were collected in hopes of sparking an idea for a story or blog post. It’s time to consolidate and move everything to one place, where I can easily get my hands on things.
Yesterday, I spent an hour or two looking at laptops before finally deciding on a touchscreen Windows 8 model. It’s a pretty nifty little laptop. I think I’ve fallen in love with it.
You might wonder what the point of this blog post is – I mean, seriously, does anyone care that I’ve bought a laptop? Probably not much. But here’s the thing: it signals to me a seriousness of purpose. It’s do or die. Setting up a work area is a visible commitment to my writing and to my aspirations. I now have a space in my house that is specifically set aside for my writing, and when I sit down before the laptop that is what I am there to accomplish… it is my work space.
Like Jo March, I may place a bowl of crisp apples there and munch on ‘em as I try to write a story or two. I like the idea.