In this house, I have a desk. My own desk, to fill with my stuff and my stuff only–coupons and catalogs, cardboard rectangles for a school art project, grocery fliers, writing notes, recipes, and cards of all kinds (index cards, postcards, thank- you cards).
In our old house, this used to be our desk. I did a massive revision of Quartz at this desk, manuscript pages and index cards all over the place. Then my husband got a different job and ended up working from home for six months and it became his desk. I don’t begrudge him that at all, because the alternative would’ve been him working and living in Virginia while the kids and I stayed in Vermont. But it did mean that my laptop and I were floaters, sometimes curling up together on the couch or rocking in the glider or working on my bed. None of those places were conducive to work, though. I fear I procrastinated more than I produced.
Then we moved, and this desk–this lovely heavy cherry-and-ash beauty–couldn’t make the trip upstairs into the hideaway room my husband’s chosen for his home office. So he has another desk, and I have this one all to myself. It’s in a great location, off the kitchen, near the school room, in a place from which I can keep an eye on my kidlings when they’re outside, and nowhere near my bedroom. When I sit down at it, my brain thinks “WORK.” I still procrastinate, but it doesn’t happen here quite as much.
So, I’ve been organizing and planning, thinking and writing, adjusting my attitude and breathing fresh air into stale ideas.
Through M. C. A. Hogarth’s LJ, I found Elizabeth McCoy’s Herb-Witch/Herb-Wife duology, which I’m enjoying a great deal. It’s the kind of fantasy I don’t often see: small-scale, tightly-focused on a few (okay, two) characters, with intense and yet slow-growing relationships.
Joel Friedlander on Seth Godin’s Poke the Box: A great article on doubt and fear, on committing to a project and then sending it out into the world.
On a more practical note, The Notebooking Fairy has some great tips on what to put in a homeschooling mom’s notebook. Ooooh, I so want one now!