I have the upstairs “game room” loft area as my own personal space. The actual office in the house is Nick’s, but we both recognize the importance of alone time to make our time together more enjoyable, so I chose this room as my own workspace, because there are only 3 walls, and I can look down over the railing and see what’s going on in most of the rest of the house from there.
I do occasionally do actual work in there, too, so the fax machine and file cabinet aren’t just for show, but mostly I do my own thing. I color or doodle, I paint my nails, I put my head on the desk and daydream, I play air drums, I dance, and, sometimes, I write.
I have been writing a very private story for several months, now, that is just for my own benefit. It’s a tiny bit autobiographical, but only in the small details, not the big picture. Nick reads it as I go, but I don’t really intend for anyone else to, ever. and that’s ok.
And then today… I was very aggravated this afternoon with a certain snarky neighbor, who harrasses the whole rest of us in such a “mean girl” way that I can’t even stand to sit next to her at meetings or functions, and who stood up and called me out at a Neighborhood Watch meeting for allegedly not doing my part to keep our community safe, that I was up in my office, banging away at the computer, when Nick came up to visit. He asked if I was working on the psychiatrist story (mentioned above), and I told him, “Nope. I’m going to play Aesop and write a story about nasty Neighborhood Watch bullies who get a little comeuppance!” and we laughed together for a few minutes. I guess to make me feel better (and because the kids were napping), he pulled out my Story Cubes, and we invented a new game for them, trying to come up with the best, most excellently intriguing opening line for our imaginary novels.
On my third turn, I wrote mine down, and passed it over, and then Nick was just quiet for a few minutes. Then he told me that I had won, he wouldn’t even keep going, because he was already dying to read the rest of the book that went with that opening. He asked me what kind of storyline could even follow something like that, and I told him, “Isn’t it obvious? She…” and told him what I thought would have to come next. And he wouldn’t even discuss it anymore, he just told me, “Write it.” And so I am…
: ) 10 months ago