Welcome to today’s stop on the GOLDEN blog tour! I’m so excited to share a guest post from Melinda Michaels. Check out her fabulous trailer, read her cozy post, and don’t miss the giveaway at the bottom!
A Writer’s Spot: Where I Write
Just recently I purchased a sweet little desk where my laptop sits charging. My notes and scribbles are neatly organized in a wire step file and on the wall above it are framed pictures of myself, my husband, and our friends and family. It is clean, neat and refreshing to finally have a spot for my writing to take place.
And I barely use it.
For the longest I imagined what it would be like to have a spot, a perfect writing nook to call my own with a desk so beautiful and antique that it would take a month to write an elegant sonnet just to describe it. It was going to be fantastic, but until then I wrote in places that were less then poetic.
The first time I thought of that special spot was when I was writing my first book. I was skipping a class at college, sitting in the passenger side of my friend’s Nissan, ignoring the guilt for not going, to all classes, English. It was freezing, since it was February and we were poor college kids who couldn’t afford to run the car and waste gas, but it’s where I started. After that, I wrote in frat houses, dorm rooms, on the arms of couches and at kitchen countertops. I wrote at work, when I should have been doing the job I was hired to do and at family gatherings when I should have been engaging in family activities.
But my dream for that perfect spot never left me. When I finally had the resources it was going to be a place to make all others envious. It was going to be where I wrote my greatest story.
When I got married and we were looking for houses, I always had that spot in the back of my mind. We finally found a place and bought a beautiful piece of property with a house on it. The house, in need of a complete gut was where I was finally going to have it. I could put my desk here, I could set up my books there, this window will be perfect to gaze out of when I’m struggling with writer’s block, drinking my tea and being blissful. But renovations are not for the lighthearted and finished projects are nice to dream about, until you have to use power tools.
So my husband and I ripped out all the carpet and walls and electric and that’s where I’ve been writing for two years. In the cold, sawdust filled rooms that are stuffed with contractor trash bags and pieces of two by fours with nails sticking menacingly towards the ceiling while I dance around in flip flops, trying to make it to a wooden stool my mother gave me that is now covered in splattered paint. I wear a winter coat in the cold months, laptop on my knees and I write. Golden was finished and edited in these gutted rooms. Roses, the sequel was also finished and as I start the third, I’m reduced to the laundry room, the last room to be renovated. Upon the completion of our two year construction job, I thought I’d better buy that desk and set up my office so I could FINALLY write in an appropriate place, like a real writer.
Only I don’t really like it.
It’s nice and all, I don’t have to wear wool socks and I can breathe clean air, without spackle dust kicking up every time I take a step, but it just isn’t home yet. Even as I write this, I’m in the almost finished second bathroom, sitting next to buckets full of black water, tinted from raven grout. My toes are cold and the garbage bags are threatening to fall over, but I like it here. I’m sure I will get used to my desk and all those hopes I had for it, but for now this is where I belong. On my stool.
In my spot.
About the Author
Melinda Michaels is the author of Golden and currently lives in Milford, Pennsylvania. A self-proclaimed historian with a rare sense of humor, Melinda finds an immense amount of joy in knowing useless facts, exploring historical places and drinking copious amounts of coffee. When she’s not writing she can be found researching obscured time periods for her own amusement or refurbishing old furniture.
Melinda loves Philadelphia and visits often to enjoy the city with her husband Andrew. Together they have three rambunctious pets. Archie the Beagle, Winston the Boston Terrier and Beatrice the cat.