Like most people who share the state of conciousness, I am prone to day dream. I often float away on the soft clouds of my fantasies, drifting high above reality in the vast blue sky. As a writer, these fanciful mental journeys sometimes lead me to imagine what my perfect writing environment would look like. I am not alone in this wistful contemplation; many other authors, painters, and musicians join me in exploring this mental path, each envisioning their own versions of the ideal creative escape. Some yearn for extravagant spaces, like a sprawling historical library, or a high tech office. Others, not caring for fanciness, desire much simpler work environments; like a chair on a sunny beach, or a smooth rock by a natural stream. Unfortunately,
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I work in my bedroom; a bland, yet familiarly comfortable room on the second floor of my family's country home. Working here fulfills my desire for solitude better than any other place in the house. This room gives me an escape; a place where I can peacefully concentrate on my …show more content…
The cabin, however, could provide the writing solitude that I need on a much deeper level than my bedroom can. While my bedroom is certainly away, it is only away in relation to my house; wheras my hidden writing house would be away relative to the world and society. The experience of writing in my bedroom is unfortunately a hindered one. Many times have I been deep in my work, wildly chasing after a stroke of mad writing genius only to be anticlimactically interrupted. For instance, just this week I had to leave the page in order to chase down two of our escaped goats. The week before that, my writing came to a standstill when a coyote visited our proprety. Today, the flow of my words was impeded by my mother, who was calling for dinner. In my cabin, such disturbances would be unheard of (except maybe the dinner interuption. I don't mind those much at all.) My cabin in the woods would also be away from the schedules that often hamper my writing process here in Cottontown, Tennessee. There would be no writing deadlines, daily work shifts at Ace Hardware, or animals to be fed. I wouldn't have to be at point 'A' by 9:30, and point 'B' at 11:30. In my dream workspace, nothing would prevent me from writing whenever I wanted, however I wanted. I would have a special kind of artistic freedom that I do not have while writing in my
I work in my bedroom; a bland, yet familiarly comfortable room on the second floor of my family's country home. Working here fulfills my desire for solitude better than any other place in the house. This room gives me an escape; a place where I can peacefully concentrate on my …show more content…
The cabin, however, could provide the writing solitude that I need on a much deeper level than my bedroom can. While my bedroom is certainly away, it is only away in relation to my house; wheras my hidden writing house would be away relative to the world and society. The experience of writing in my bedroom is unfortunately a hindered one. Many times have I been deep in my work, wildly chasing after a stroke of mad writing genius only to be anticlimactically interrupted. For instance, just this week I had to leave the page in order to chase down two of our escaped goats. The week before that, my writing came to a standstill when a coyote visited our proprety. Today, the flow of my words was impeded by my mother, who was calling for dinner. In my cabin, such disturbances would be unheard of (except maybe the dinner interuption. I don't mind those much at all.) My cabin in the woods would also be away from the schedules that often hamper my writing process here in Cottontown, Tennessee. There would be no writing deadlines, daily work shifts at Ace Hardware, or animals to be fed. I wouldn't have to be at point 'A' by 9:30, and point 'B' at 11:30. In my dream workspace, nothing would prevent me from writing whenever I wanted, however I wanted. I would have a special kind of artistic freedom that I do not have while writing in my