I just realized that today, December 20, 2011, is the first day I have been actively up in my office since National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) ended. NaNoWriMo is in November, and for those 30 days of amazing caffeine-fueled novel-writing insanity, I spent almost every day up here, sequestered away from the distractions of life and of non-novelist helpful things. Like my video games. And my books. And my fiancee.
It’s funny now, because my office is really a fantastic corner of my house where I can do everything that I need to do on a regular basis. I have a desk. It’s a really big desk, with a really comfy chair and a small footstool underneath. I have my extra monitor, I have a bookshelf full of reference books. I have my papers, my notebooks, my pens, my highlighters, my binders. I have a cork board covered in references and motivation, heck, it even says ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’ right on the cork. I have some cool things I have framed. I have a SpongeBob SquarePants calendar. My pet snake, Rhaegar lives in my office. There’s a spare bed in here, made up with pillows and blankets and comfort. I have internet access. I have a smartphone. The bathroom is literally a few steps down the hall (so is my bedroom and the rest of my books, but that is another point altogether.)
There’s so little reason for me to leave this room when I’m working. I ignore hunger and thirst when I get really into something. I know it’s bad for me, but it happens. Actually, it happens a lot more than I should admit. Oh well.
Outside of my office is where all the bad things happen. Bills are waiting for me outside of my office. The need for food. Social interaction on a face-to-face level. (as opposed to Facebook or email or IM interaction.) Chores. Dishes. Phone calls. Household duties. Video games.
Okay, so there’s distractions in here too. I have the Internet. (And the LOLcats, Reddit, Twitter, Facebook, Cracked.com etc.) And I have Minecraft. Oh how I am addicted to Minecraft. I have my iPhone with me almost all the time. (There’s music on there…) There’s a bed. There’s Rhaegar.
But the distractions are different when I’m in my office. They don’t seem as big. Things don’t seem as bad when I’m in here. All the chores are pushed out of my mind. Financial trouble isn’t at the foreground of my thoughts. Bills and chores and the need for me to make dinner, and therefore eat, aren’t important. Sleep is… Well, it’s secondary anyway, but here it seems less tempting.
My office is a quiet little corner all of my own. I can be who I want, do what I want, distract myself if I want…
It really is like the Weezer song In the Garage. I had never really thought about it like that until now, but my office is like that garage; I feel safe, no one cares what I do because no one is in here to judge me, I can write, I can sing, I can be me.
Not that there’s really anything stopping me from doing that stuff outside of my office, but it’s the safety and the privacy that really makes it special.
Long story short, I’m glad to be back in my office.