Cottages and bungalows and cabins.
Corners and nooks and window seats and alcoves
Places to write become places to live. I like it that way. Even in a big house, I’ll end up in one room, in one corner with a comfortable chair, a small table, a light to turn up or down. A few old and much-loved tchotchkes here and there. A window is nice.
I like looking at tiny houses. Converted sheds in the back yard draw me in. Little outbuildings turned into offices with a single bed or comfy couch in case of company. Or in case the occupant needs a nap. That’s just about perfect.
It’s clear this is now a lifelong pattern. Whatever the size of the place, I live mostly in one room. When I’m tired of it, I go into another room. That’s two rooms so far.
The concept of small spaces seems normal for a writer. Less distractions. It’s cozy enough to be filled with thoughts, or in the absence of them, it’ll contain the angst.
Morning my friend. Mom loved her tiny house and it’s a neat space. You should come visit it sometime. ?
Would love to, Rob. I enjoy your photos so much!
Once upon a time in immediate desperation I rented a house near Tahoe in winter, a place I could go to write in warm solitude. It was just me and my typewriter in a house with six bedrooms.
I don’t recommend it.
No no no. I’d immediately have to close the doors to all the bedrooms and keep just one. And maybe work out in a corner of the living room.