June 11, 2016
Greetings from Michigan! I’ve been here for a week, helping my boyfriend relocate to a new job in Ann Arbor. Hey, did I just hear alarms go off in your head? Well, they’re clanging inside of my brain, too.
The dreaded commuter romance is the last thing I ever wanted. But we hope to this change — especially with long-distance relationships becoming more common. (A number of friends have gone through this and say it can work.)
So with no classes to teach this summer, I plan to spend a good chunk of it in the Midwest. Everyone here is very nice, which helps. We’re also committed to flying back and forth on alternating weekends. Most importantly, I’ve set up a desk in the new apartment — a strong sign of my commitment.
My desk serves as both a refuge and an alter. It’s a creative space for communing with others and myself. A clean surface and cozy clutter are essential. My goal is a work space that feels safe, serene and special. How lucky that Ann Arbor’s fabulous thrift shops delivered exactly what I need.
Some of you might be looking at my photos here and thinking, what a lot of crap. :)
But I love blogging from my own special corner of Michigan.
With a white formica top and big wheels, my quirky sacred space looks like vintage Ikea. It cost $10. A square, white parsons table ($3) and a straight-back wooden chair ($6) complete the setup. Total price: $19.
Since I take my personal experiences into the classroom, students often get a talk from me about creating decent work spaces. I can tell when they’re rushing through their assignments by the scrambled phrasing and hurried organization. And when I ask about the conditions that produced this work, their answers usually reflect a need for quiet writing space.
The best writing comes from a heart nurtured by the hearth. In other words, you gotta write from a spot that feels home-y.
What do you need to make your desk work? In conversations with fellow writers and during the course of my own tinkering, certain themes come up for everyone.
A sacred space doesn’t even have to be a desk. The author J.K. Rowling started out as a financially-struggling single mom. Her “desk” was a back table in the Elephant House, an Edinburgh cafe. This is where she gave birth to her Harry Potter character.
For an idea of what that was like, watch her writing long-hand on a legal pad in an early video interview from the Scottish eatery’s website. It cracked me up to see her wonder out loud if her books might make good movies someday.
Today, she’s one of the richest writers on the planet, with an eight-book, multi-billion dollar franchise. And it all started with her sacred writing space. Her refuge. Her alter to her imagination.
Certain objects put me in a writing mood. This past week, I enjoyed picking through thrift store shelves for 50-cent glasses of various heights and heft. I needed them to hold my pencils, pens, markers and brushes. An artist-friend describes this as a form of fetishizing my writing process.
A few stuffed animals recreate a sense of home, where an annoying cat or dog is usually shedding fur all over my paperwork.
Another favorite object is a little inspirational workbook that the bf gave me for Christmas: “Do One Thing Every Day That Scares You.” It reminds me to try new adventures.
Having a routine matters. For that, I free write for 10 minutes every morning. I also go through a list of personal mantras related to specific goals (which is a little embarrassing because the link shows you what I wished for at a certain stage of my earlier life). Which reminds me of the next point…
In the end, all I really need to write is my laptop. Beyond that, goals change because I keep changing. Work spaces change when I travel. So do desks.
But being lucky enough to have options means I’m responsible to make choices. It always goes back to self-care.
So my new desk nurtured my love of garage sales and old junk. Finding it gives me yet another story to share. And with the expense of commuter relationship that will have me throwing money at airfare, the desk came in under budget too.
Sitting here blogging, I feel like I’ve staked out a little corner of the Midwest. It’s a good place to start a new chapter.
–> Check out this fascinating 2014 Wall Street Journal interview with best-selling author Amy Tan. A bout of Lyme Disease left her with epilepsy that makes walking painful. She recently custom-built a spectacular, new house with Asian-y decor (bamboo motif, Japanese cabinets) that’s totally accessible (walk-in bathtubs, roll-in showers). Her office has oversized, sliding wood doors made in Shanghai.
–> For a look at more writers’ work spaces, The New York Times runs an occasional feature called The Writer’s Room. Worth a peek.