Need More Space For…

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.