The authors of On Being a Writer are working with Kate, Five Minute Friday Kate, and Heading Home Kate to lead an online discussion group on their book. I’m participating and linking up over there. This is a scary step for me because it DOES mean that
I think I am a writer.
The thoughts posed today were on having a dedicated workspace for writing…
I had a free consult with Dan over at Fistbump media Monday (part of the perks of the retreat, THANK YOU, Kate et. all and Dan) and have taken the plunge. My blog is the first…if you’ll notice, there is no .wordpress.com in my address line anymore, and he’ll be taking care of the techo stuff that this technology challenged chick doe NOT understand. christianhomelife is next. Now, y’all may not understand, but there are tears in my eyes as I write this. I’ve been writing for around 12 years, and I’ve always had a .homeskoolmom. something.com blog.
This is a HUGE, and I mean HUGE step for me…it puts me even further in the realm of the real writing world.
AND it puts money behind it…yeah, in our one income, home educating home, THAT’S a BIG deal! Watch for those click to tweet boxes and mailchimp to come soon…yes, this IS big!
So, the first dedicated place to write is on my blog…my homeskoolmom.com blog. And THAT’S big!
As Kate mentioned, Ann and Charity had talked about a mobile desk during the video chat. This is what I worked on Sunday afternoon. Is it complete? No, but it’s enough for now. It’s not big enough to fit my dinosaurish laptop, but I have a WordPress app on my phone and can thumb out a post there is I wish…and have done so on many occasions.
How do I know it’s enough? Yesterday afternoon, while Shane drove home from the State Fair, I wrote a rough draft of a future post…so it’s enough. Do you notice the doorknob, yep, right by the front door, so I can grab and go.
And this bright, flowery bag is SO me, y’all!
I would LOVE to have a dedicated room to write, like Ann and Charity, but realistically, that’s not possible right now, so my armoire type desk with the doors that close, that resides in the lively part of our house will have to do. As children grow into adulthood and begin living life outside of our four walls, maybe. But for now, it’s what I’ve got. And I’m good with that.