Friday Fun is a group post from the writers of the NHWN blog. Each week, we’ll pose and answer a different, get-to-know-us question. We hope you’ll join in by providing your answer in the comments.
QUESTION: If you could imagine any kind of writing space, what would it look like?
Wendy Thomas: This is an easy one for me because I’ve been imagining a writing space for the last few years. I’m incredibly intrigued by the whole tiny house movement, I even went to a workshop on how to build tiny houses. Simply love the idea of a compact, living space where everything is in its place. HOWEVER, being the mom of 6 kids is not exactly conducive to tiny house living and so I’ve resigned myself to *someday* having a tiny writer’s cabin. Ideally, I’d love to have it located in the woods, by a stream, next to wildflowers, or on a beach, with windows facing the ocean, so that I could hear the waves. Of course it has to have wi-fi, electricity, a kick-ass writer’s desk (something with history and an embedded story), a comfy reading chair, book shelves, and some sort of heat (winters are stinking cold in New Hampshire.)
What I want is a safe little, beautiful pod in which to compose my thoughts. Someday, someday.
Jamie Wallace: I feel spoiled. Although my writing space is smack in the middle of my living room, I write at a gorgeous, one-of-a-kind desk (a handmade gift from my sweet and talented beau) that looks out over an always interesting and ever changing view of the river, town landing, and eastern sky. My writing time is usually spent in the company of my two cats, one of whom is typically curled up in the cat bed on my desk while the other finds some equally comfortable spot elsewhere in the room.
While part of me occasionally pines for a room of my own, when I really think about it, I actually have little desire to sequester myself away in isolation and quiet. I adore being able to write in the midst of my real life, even when the presence of that real life requires that I wear headphones to maintain any level of concentration. I enjoy writing in noisy cafes and on trains and in libraries. I like blurring the lines between the real world and the world inside my head.
So, I guess the writing space I like best is the invisible cocoon I spin around myself when I write. It may not be a tangible space, but I can take it with me everywhere I go, which makes it kind of magical. And who wouldn’t like a magical writing space?
Deborah Lee Luskin: I don’t have to imagine it, because I’ve been writing in my dream-come-true writing studio since March 1, 2011. (I wrote about it in my post, Art & Architecture.) It’s where I get the words down, and it’s especially conducive to creating and sustaining the complex, imaginary world of a literary novel. I call it my Chapel of the Imagination.
But the truth is, words are always bubbling around in my head, and I think of essays, posts, and technical solutions to all kinds of narrative knots while I’m in the car, the kitchen, the garden, the grocery store. It’s being out in the world that stimulates the ideas, connects me to clients, irritates me to editorialize. And it’s at my desk where I sort out the argument, discover what I want to say and the best way to get my ideas across. There are even days when I deliberately vacate my studio in search of the background hubbub of a cafe.