Hello and welcome back to Writing Prompt Friday. I type this sitting at my sparsely decorated home writing desk, surrounded by barren bookshelves. We’re moving. During a pandemic. Under an active stay-at-home order. Because we bought a house the same weekend life started turning upside down, approximately who-knows-time-anymore ago.
I forgot to label the last 9 boxes I packed. But I can still find the cat.
And now this week’s writing prompt…
End a 627-word short story with “And that’s when pillow hit back.”
Stay safe, Ducky
I knew I have a lot of books. Hard not to notice when I have five full bookcases, plus three knee-high stacks that live on the floor and a short stack on my nightstand.
And the miscellaneous collections tucked in my nightstand, my workbag, my purse and in the back of my car.
Still, I hadn’t realized how much they’d taken over until I walked into 7’x7’ space I call my home office. Most, I don’t even remember buying. No idea where they came from or how long I’ve had them.
I also realized that I hadn’t been in my office in quite some time because it was overcrowded with my books; no room for me to be comfortable.
So, I decided to purge.
I began by searching “how to purge books” online because clearly I had no idea how to get it done or I wouldn’t be surrounded in the first place.
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure,
not this thing nor that, but simply growth.
– W.B. Yeats
When was the last time you audited your environment?
Never mind all those articles you’ve read about creating an effective creative space. We’re writers; one size never fits all. It’s part of our charm; we’re quirky.
To figure out whether or not you need to update your workspace, you only need to ask yourself how well do your surroundings bring out the best in you?
Are you surrounded with items that inspire you or help you produce?
Or are you just used to having them there?
As I’ve made room for wedding gifts and honeymoon souvenirs, it’s occurred to me that I have a lot of stuff that doesn’t bring me joy anymore; it’s just there. I don’t even think about them anymore. Sound familiar?