A Space of My Own

Yesterday I had the pleasure of moving.  Yep.  I got to pack up my life and move it across the city only a few days before nano starts.  And it was chaos, because while I might be good at organization when it comes to my writing, in my day to day life, I tend to be fairly disorganized.

There was one thing that I got out of it, though.  My office.

Before I had one room that had my bed and my tiny little desk.  I spent all of my time in there, not really having any other space in the house that I could call mine.  This might not seem so bad, but it affected my sleeping patterns, because I spent so much time in the room, it was no longer for sleeping.  I found it hard to get to sleep every night.

Now, though, I have a bed room and an office, two rooms that I can make whatever I want.  One that's for sleeping, one that's for writing.  Somewhere that's set up so that I can actually concentrate on what I'm doing rather than being distracted by everything around me.

Granted, a lot of what distracts me is on my computer (which is, of course, in my office) but I think that the setting makes it a lot harder for me to allow myself to procrastinate and not get things done.

Anyway, the point of the story is that I set up my office today.  I bought a new desk (which is much bigger than the old one) and some organizational supplies.  I even have a bookshelf dedicated to all of my writing stuff.  Notebooks, old stories and the like.

It's not completely done, of course.  I haven't managed to get my bedroom set up, and I know there's another box with more of my writing supplies in it.  I also have some pictures to put up on the wall, along with my map.  And there's a shelf that I'm planning on filling with the books of my favourite authors.

In other words, it's a work in process.  Eventually this is going to be the office I want it to be, and I can't wait to see it when it's done.

Well, I better be off to start getting my room unpacked.  It's going to look so good!