“We stayed at home to write, to consolidate out outstretched selves.” Sylvia Plath
This quote which I read in this book, Dancing on the head of a Pen by Robert Benson,[amazon text=Amazon&asin=1400074355] spread through me like wildfire. I work full-time so I don’t have a lot of time during the week. I do write but I save a lot of my planning and heavy stuff for the weekend. Its been a couple of weeks since I’ve had a Saturday to myself.
My plan was to stay at home for the weekend and work on my blog and other writings. I am reading this week at writers group and need to edit. However, this is my office space currently:
Here is another angle:
I find this an unacceptable place to write. There is no flow, no creativity. I’m not sure how many people need space, not just in time but square footage. I have a decent sized office with lots of shelving but no real horizontal space.
This has become my new goal for this weekend. To create more desk area though I love my antique secretary, I just need more. And less clutter. No one can write with this much clutter.
I’ve done a bit of searching and have found that for the most part, a writer’s desk is sacred space and therefore useless clutter isn’t allowed. Books, works in progress, pens and other paraphernalia but relatively clean spaces. Which means the clutter I am working in currently must go.
I am finding that this process of reducing clutter and planning for better workspace is sparking my creativity. As a matter of fact, this blog post is being written as I sit with my space in process.
My plan for the weekend is to continue on the office and work on edits along with some serious blog planning. If some creative words appear, I will still be here, amid the clutter and mess.