Don’t judge a house…

The new home we bought is deceptively small looking from the outside.  Inside is another story – literally.  Below the split level half that holds the bedrooms is a finished, sun-lit basement.   Although most is a single large room, I was surprised to find (after I’d lived here more than a week) a home office behind door number four.  I guess I assumed it was another closet…but we all know what happens when we ASS U ME…

When I finally found my little Narnia with its built in desk and the view of the underneath side of a huge Japanese maple and a red rhododendron bush, I instantly thought, “library,” and wedged in the two 8’ book cases and stuffed them full of books.  (I have a TON of books)

However, after reading Stephen King’s On Writing, it dawned on me that I had the perfect space for what King deems a writing necessity -  a dedicated, isolated place to practice one's craft.  So, yesterday, I finished hauling out the boxes containing the 31 volume 1988 Encyclopedia Britannica (what the HELL were we thinking?!), the extra pieces from the ultra-plush “teddy bear brown” carpet we installed in the basement, and a couple dozen boxes of VHS tapes (do we even still have a VCR?) and declared the space Fit To Work In.

It still needs a bit more work - as you can see - but, in celebration, I’m headed down there now to get writing in My Very Own Writing Space.