I am a creature of ritual and habit.
I need structure in order to write. I need a plan. I need two spaces after a period, because that’s the way I was taught to type.
Today begins my schedule once more. I’m back home; I’m in my own space with my own things; I am ready to get to work. I am a workaholic, and habits and rituals of work are important to me. It’s hard to create ritual in someone else’s space, despite the fact that my dad’s house used to be mine, as well. I was in his space, invading, and never truly finding a comfortable zone. Here, at home, I have an entire room dedicated just to me: my own office, full of my own bits and bobs. This, you understand, is important to writing.
In front of me is my whiteboard with my post-it list pads. I have them broken down to DAILY, WEEKLY, PERSONAL, and SEMESTER. On this whiteboard are prayer cards (never can escape Catholicism), especially to the Saint of Writers, Saint Paul, a Votes for Women card, an “Engineered by Firefly” sticker backing, and my favorite quote, “DON’T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN.” In front of that are my post-it flags, my Doctor Who sticky notes, and two file boxes for To Do and our impending trip to Alaska (May 2016!).
To my left is my school supplies kit, complete with hundreds, nay, thousands of post-its (I use them for everything), a file box, my letter station, and a box for current drafts I’m working on (currently: MARVEL). Under my desk to the left are two cabinets full to the brim with school supplies (I have a problem, truly).
On the walls are two posters from the Globe theater in London: Hamlet and All’s Well that Ends Well, which I saw when I went to London last, an Elizabeth Gaskell poster from the Rylands library, a poster from the British Library’s exhibit on science fiction, and the DC Bombshells calendar.
This little nook, this safe space, is where I write.
Behind me are my corkboards for my four current projects: BECOMING (with my agent), MARVEL (currently writing), THE NIGHTMARE FIGHTERS (sequel to BECOMING, halfway finished), and THESE HOUSES OF INTIMATE ACQUAINTANCES (finished, needs revision). On these corkboards are bits and bobs of things that inspire me: an owl card, the declaration LIPSTICK QUEEN, pictures of WWII London, a fleur de lis.
This is my inspiration. This is where I go when the words will not come.
What is your space like, Gentle Reader?