Author of Class B.U.R.P., Attack of the Girlzillaz, Green Thumbs-Up!, Pumpkin Spice, Project Peep, Sweet Peas and Honeybees, Starry Skies and Fireflies, A Squirmy, Wormy Surprise, Playin Cupid, Third Grady Baby, Queen of Secrets, Sami's Sleepaway Summer, and The Barftastic Life of Louie Burger.
I’ve actually had access to this room in my husband’s office for several months, but didn’t fully move in and start working here until about four weeks ago, when my youngest started summer camp.
When he was in kindergarten I often only have about 2 and a half hours to work. It takes about 20 minutes to drive to the office and I usually chose not to when I had such a short window of time.
Now I have five hours (and will have even more when he starts first grade in the fall) and the commute isn’t such a significant percentage of my work time.
I love the way that I’m now conditioned to working in this space. I step through the door and my brain instantly goes to my book. It’s getting harder to work in other spaces. I had to work at home the other day while waiting for a repair person and was not productive at all. I love being in a space where my only responsibilities are to my book.
And I will enjoy decorating it over time. It’s still quite sparse, but here are a few of the things I’ve added to it so far.
my lovely lamp
art and office supplies with inspirational wordage
cozy reading space
flowery bulletin board
And now I must prove that what I said about this space is true, and get back to work.
I was sure that it had only been a month or two since my last post, but obviously not. What can I say. I’ve been working on a new YA that’s just been not quite right, not quite right, not quite right. But finally, finally I feel that I might be getting it to work.
I’ve been working on it for two years now (though I took time away to write Sami’s Sleepaway Summer and to do a revision of Louie.) It’s hard to leave a book mid-draft. When you come back to it, you are not the same person you were before and for me, I think that often means the story I need to tell is not the same story anymore. And that means a lot of do overs. But this time, I’m almost finished. And I really like the story I’m telling.