Today, about 1:51 in the morning, I dropped my wife at the store where she’s a manager. This was before 2 a.m., mind you, and there were already easily more than 100 people lined up outside and more coming as I drove away. Turning the day after Thanksgiving into sort of a national shopping holiday. . . I mean, I get it, I just choose not to participate. I’ve got a bit of the writer hermit-ness going on, I suppose.
So instead, I decided that Black Friday is a writing holiday. Today, I decided, is a day for nothing but writing. It’s not like I don’t have plenty to work on.
And to that end, today’s writing has spurred — you guessed it — a question for you fine folks, writers and readers alike: What’s your secret lair like? For writers, the secret lair is the place you go to write. Solid, squared-away office space with a computer, a telephone on the desk, pictures of the family staring back at you? Or is it a large, comfortable chair with a stack of parchment, a quill, and an ink pot? (If it’s the latter, how does your time machine work?)
Mine has changed over the years. I used to convince myself I needed an office to write in, a solid place where I had a desk, an office chair, and a computer all set up. And snacks, snacks were very important. Nowadays, though, I just need a place to sit and a place to sit a tiny netbook, and sometimes I don’t even need that. I can write standing up with my Blackberry if I want. Freeing myself from an office has been great for me.
For readers, it’s the place you most prefer to read. In bed? On the couch surrounded by dogs (that’s mine, though the dogs aren’t necessarily by choice — sit down for a moment, and they’re on you)?
Paint me a word-picture, folks. What’s your work/reading environment like?