Advice for ‘The Perfect Writing Space’ Is Elitist Bullhonkey
We need to stop gatekeeping what ‘writing’ looks like
Dear Reader,
I write to you from my office. It was my dad’s office when we lived in this house growing up. I have made it my own — painted the dark wood veneer light grey; pivoted my desk to face the windows; filled a corner with a sunny yellow recliner and ottoman. I haven’t figured out what to do with the wet bar to my left, but I have removed the smoked-glass mirror from the backsplash and filled the resulting wall with artwork from people I know.
I’m sitting in a traditional wooden swivel “teacher’s chair” from Levenger.com, that shopping outlet for folks who can afford to buy luxury reading and writing equipment. My monitor is sitting on top of a matching cherrywood stand.
What else is on my desk? A desk lamp that I took time to research the heck out of, a jar filled with my preferred writing instruments (fountain pens and tri-color pens and highlighters and pencils).
My Mac is playing Spotify. A list of jazz classics, which I learned to love in my midtwenties when I was dating a guy who was a dead ringer for Clark Kent and wore bow ties.
I love my office. It has a door! And even though my husband and I are both working…
