Monday, December 21, 2009
In his fascinating On Writing, Stephen King talks about his writing space.
Currently, he has an attic room with space for kids and grandkids, sofas and chairs, and a desk tucked into a corner.
When he started his journey as a published novelist, after selling Carrie, he didn't want that family-friendly space. He wanted a big slab of a desk he could sit behind and Create. Looking over his massive desk, he'd feel like the captain of a spaceship, surveying his own creative universe. A real author would have a desk like that, not the laundry closet in a trailer he wrote in up to that point.
I'm lucky. I have a whole room devoted to nothing except books and writing (and the rare overnight visitor). What I don't have is a desk.
I don't want a slab of a desk. For one thing, I don't have room for a slab of a desk and I'm notoriously messy, so I'd end up with a slab of wood covered in stacks of books and papers. No, as a junior testing-the-waters novelist, I'll settle for a folding card table or game table, which I'm planning to purchase shortly.
After two completed novels, a third that's three-quarters done, and a fourth that has a proposal due in a few months, I believe I'm ready to move past my current setup, which consists of a laptop-on-a-TV-tray. Pathetic, isn't it?
Posted by Suzanne Johnson at 9:27 AM