Writing Space...

My focus the last few days has been completely zoned in on my book. I frequently find myself in a daydream, counting down the hours/minutes until I can read/write some more.

This leaves me with very little space for other emotions to surface. I feel guilty.

Yet I am the most motivated I have ever been.

I have naturally migrated into a "writing space" in my home. I used to work on my novel either at the dinner table or front of the TV on the couch. I am most productive once my daughter goes to bed but end of day exhaustion creeps you towards lounging on the couch.

Truth is, I was overstimulated in these environments. My focus would waver and I couldn't even read out loud (which is my favourite) because my husband also occupies said couch.

I started setting up my laptop in our bedroom. We have a king size bed that is far from distractions lurking among the rest of the house.

My best work is starting to show with this change.

Our room now holds all the books I have been hauling. On my nightstand and dresser. I sit up on the bed, surround myself with books where I have highlighted sections for inspiration. It's my new haven.

Even as a kid, my bedroom was my safe space. Only now, have I realized, how much it helps with my craft.

Maybe down the road, I will designate a proper "desk" area where I can sit with correct posture. For the time being, I'm thankful for what I have. Now just hoping for more downtime after the holidays to keep trucking along.

This is a bland post, but if you're still here, I'm so glad you are.

Hope you find the safe space you need!

Thank you for listening to my fluff.

J.J. Monique