>I didn’t win anything in the Magic of Wilderness competition. Nevertheless, it was a good exercise that got me writing.
One of the good things about working at home is that I don’t have to make do with a cold sandwich for dinner (lunch). I keep forgetting this and yesterday I tried to get excited about a bit of cold chicken between 2 slices of bread. Then I spotted the cheese and onion quiche … Mm-mm. Saturday to Monday I had hot bacon, cheese and shroom sandwiches. Yesterday I had hot quiche.
For a long time I’ve not been satisfied with the location of my desk at home. I used to have a whole room to work in and the furniture was bought to fit that, but since I moved here I’ve had to scale down the number of modules I have, and they’ve been pushed into a corner of the bedroom where there’s no window.
I have 2 two-tier bookshelves that are perched on the desk because I can’t find my drill bits to put them on the wall. So that means with the laptop riser, 2 printers, a copyholder, a telephone, a desk lamp, and everything else, the work area is cluttered with books and bits and bobs, and these 2 bookshelves. It’s very messy.
The window is a big problem. I am a writer that gazes through a window without seeing. People often walk past my window at work and they must think I’m daydreaming, but I’m actually working Very Hard. And I miss that window at home.
I’ve toyed with getting a mirror or a nice painting to hang above the desk, but that has the same problem as the bookshelves (drill bits). I’ve toyed with knocking a hole in the wall and adding a new window, but that could be pricey and messy. I’ve considered adding an extension to the back of the house or putting a staircase in my bedroom and opening up the loft, but those have the same problems as the window idea, only much, much more. I’ve also toyed with moving the desk beneath the existing window, but as it’s a corner desk and that’s a flat wall … Or I could have the bedroom completely re-fitted bespoke, but there’s the money problem again (and the mess).
So what’s a girl to do?
Well, I’ve been working at my laptop on my lap in the living room, but that’s done nothing for my posture and the mouse pad must be turning me into something deformed. So I’ve moved the laptop riser, complete with proper mouse and speakers and everything, down to the kitchen table, which rarely gets used other than as a dumping ground – see a blank surface, dump something on it.
There’s still room for me to eat and drink at one end, if I want, but the home office has been set up at the other end. It seems to be making me more productive, I don’t have as many aches and pains or headaches (peering down at the screen), I can see daylight and, if I leave the living room door open, 2 windows. Also, in the summer, I can sit with the back door open and work with birdsong, fresh air and sunshine. Yesterday the kitchen was filled with beautiful sunshine and I only had to venture upstairs to the dark and dingy bedroom to print off work.
Of course, I DO write in longhand so that and any editing I do is away from the computer. Plus, if I sit in front of a computer, I’m distracted by the internet. So I suppose I could declutter the desk area, get those shelves up, and leave the laptop there. It just needs brightening and making more attractive so I want to work there. And I’ll need a portable heater too, as it’s cooler in there than anywhere else as I can’t sleep if it’s been too warm and stuffy, so the radiator is on very low.
However, I also prefer designated places around the home and don’t like other areas intruding on them. The living room, for example, is where I relax, read, watch television, listen to music, and receive guests. It is NOT an office. Maybe that’s another reason I don’t like the desk in my bedroom.
If money were no object, I could always move house. Failing that, there’s the extension or the loft conversion. Failing that, there’s the bedroom refit, including new window. Failing that, it’s simply making what I have a nicer place to work.
Where do you work? And what would you do if you were me?