Home Office at the End of the World: The Voyage Home
The work space came together about a month ago, but I was too busy being productive to blog about it. If you’ve kept up with the series:
• Home Office at the End of the World
• Home Office at the End of the World: Revenge of the Fallen
• Home Office at the End of the World: The Year We Make Contact
• Home Office at the End of the World: First Contact
• Home Office at the End of the World: Money Never Sleeps
then you realize it’s quite an accomplishment, given where I began. What I found most surprising about the entire ordeal was how truly valuable carving out whatever piece of writing heaven in your price point is. Honestly, I wanted something to blog, a process to document, a project to complete. When I started it was all about the furniture and finding that one spectacular – yet modest priced – item that would somehow grant me the permission to claim my writer status without qualifications. Having the right desk or printer or fancy notebooks weren’t really the answer and all along I realized this. The willingness to put my faith in something so wholly inconceivable (in the beginning) was the transformation, not the fabulous furniture placement. So in some ways, writing the final chapter feels silly. Perhaps the process was exactly what I need to prove to myself and the universe that I am a committed writer.
Or maybe, like Dorothy it was there all along.