I liked this blog by Elizabeth Stark. I think we often get worked up about our space and convince ourselves as well as our loved ones that if only we had that room of our own (and don’t forget an independent income!) we would finally, FINALLY, be able to write that novel, that poem, that screen play
But as Stark points out and I have pointed out many times: there is no perfect place to write. There are snatched moments, like Jane Austen writing desperately in the living room in between polite callers or William Carlos Williams scribbling on the back of prescription pads between patients. So for every Woolf and Twain who wrote in what we consider ideal circumstances, there is at least two or three authors like JK Rowling who wrote in cafes with a baby at her feet.
That doesn’t mean you can’t create your version of your Room of Your Own. Do you have a desk? Can you clean out a corner of a room and call it your own? And I’m not suggesting getting all IKEA on me, just find a table, plug in the lap top and go. What your own space will do is create consistency. You sit down, at the table, on the couch, at a desk, on a rock, and that is your signal to create. It’s not the room so much as the consistency – it’s showing up in a specific place so the Muse will find you.
Clear out a spot under the stairs, pretend you are Stephen King. Now write!