What do I need more space for?
This is a trick question, right?
We all know I don’t have a dedicated work space. I’m a writing vagabond, going wherever I can with my rolling case carrying my laptop and writing notes. Today I’m at the kitchen table, tomorrow I might be on the couch, next week: we’ll see. Maybe using the kitchen counter as a standing desk.
I would love a dedicated office, desk, etc. Right now it’s not an option, but when I do have that space, it’ll be lovely.
I’ve mentioned this online before, and someone unhelpfully pointed me toward this cartoon of a Charles Bukowski quote. As if to say, Hey, man, if you were really serious about your art, you wouldn’t need a special office space. You’d do just fine without it, because you’d be DRIVEN, man.
Screw that. I mean, yes, I don’t need it. I think I’ve actively demonstrated that point plenty. I can continue to work and do fine with nothing but my rolling-bag-vagabond-office and whatever flat surface I find. I can.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want more. That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t strive for having it, like it would make me soft.
Though, on some level, it’s a nice metaphor for my writing career. I mean, I’m doing pretty good. But there’s still plenty to achieve, and I kind of like that I still have to be hungry and fight for it. That it hasn’t gotten too easy.
If you’ve been following me for a while you’re probably aware of my feelings of how this business is supposed to be. I’ll let Tom say it one more time.