I’m back. I took a week off from writing to devote to my kids because I had been feeling guilty about not spending quality time with my kids and I realized that a week with my kids may not be the answer. The week in 75 degree weather was the answer to the fact that Montana is driving me insane. I know that we are north but you would think being surrounded by mountains would cut down on some of the wind.
What I did figure out is that I need writing space. A friend rents an office space downtown. She splits it with someone else and it is a decent price. Kevin said I could use his office but I have done this before and although he says he doesn’t use it, he does. And I don’t feel creative while in the middle of a dental office. It’s not a creative space.
He is building a new office and he said I could rent space there for cheap seeing as I will actually own the building but that will be in a year and the hope is that the building is rented out completely and I am not finishing a little room I can use which would hinder another renter from renting the space because it isn’t the right size. The only way I get an office is if we rent out everything except for 500 square feet or something like that.
I want to rent a room downtown but the problem is that in June I will move out to a lake which is 20 minutes from town and I’m not sure my babysitter this summer will have a car. I could write outside with very large headphones so my neighbors won’t talk to me and after a
year day or two my kids may ignore me. I could put a desk upstairs but that is the play room and the spare room has a bed and room for nothing else. Of course the summer is only three months so I could still rent the space even though I don’t use it tons.
To be honest, the main reason I am building a new house is my office. I need an office. I need space to write so that when I am writing, I am writing and not writing in between refereeing who gets to play on my phone or whose turn it is to pick a movie so I can have an hour of writing time while feeling guilty that my children watch too much television. So I need to be able to go somewhere so that when I am home I can be home and not resent my family for taking away my writing time and when I am writing not feel as though I am a horrible mother. (That feeling may have nothing to do with writing, however.) It’s as though I am never truly content which according to Ally McBeal means that I am always looking for something a little better which is what life is all about so I should really stop complaining about it.
But then what would I have to write about?
Where do you write?