Back in the Writing Space

I have been intending to come back here for so long.

This small room in our house was labelled SEWING ROOM on the blueprints we found in the attic.  When I lived alone in the house for the two months before we were married, it was my bedroom, and for twenty-four years, I have planned to use it as my writing room.

I have a wonderful desk here — made from an old pump organ that sung its songs to the heavens in an unknown little country church at the turn of the 20th century.  But for the majority of the last seven years, the desk became a place where I just tossed things that were in my way, and it waited — lonely — for me to come write.  And I never did.

Tonight that changed.  In the space of 45 minutes, I cleared off the desk, put away books, set up the Keurig, and prepared my writing space.  This is my first blog post written here, but it will not be my last.  Listening to the rain hitting the windows, I am so happy to be sitting here writing.

I have been intending to come back here for so long.  Perhaps I didn’t think I deserved it.

9 thoughts on “Back in the Writing Space”

  1. It’s always nice to clear a space and feel renewed. That was the sense I got from your post. A hopeful fresh start. Glad you are here.

  2. The desk and the little space sound wonderful! Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a dedicated place to write, but I’m not sure I ever will, nor am I sure I want one. I do most of my writing on a laptop computer (I’m trying to be a notebooker, but that’s another story), and I like the freedom to go wherever my mood dictates. That said, I’m jealous of your spot and the character I imagine it has. Enjoy!

  3. I understand the last line and appreciate the door it opened for me to connect. My mother was an organist and played on organs she had to pump with her knees all the way to being able to play the organ in the Mormon Tabernacle in Salt Lake City. If I had your desk, I would always be thinking of my mother.
    I hope it becomes a place of refuge and joy for you.

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