- Currently submitting Expendable, a romantic suspense.
- Currently working on a paranormal, suspenseYA series.
I share my writing space with my husband. He is a freelance non-fiction writer–primarily history, with specific expertise in military history. However, as with most freelance writers who need to make a living with their writing he says he’ll write whatever he’s paid to write. 🙂 He writes during the day while I’m at my day job, and I write at night after dinner.
Our shared space is a bedroom that we’ve turned into our office. We have the computer space, the filing space, and the reading space (see green winged-back chair on the left). Though some books are in the room–in the closet out of the picture–most of my books are strewn about the house. I do most of my reading in the bedroom, in the living room, in the bathroom. Wherever and whenever I have spare moments alone.
My husband is someone who writes with all kinds of distractions–music, TV, the windows open with views to the outside. I am one who cannot countenance any distractions. Complete silence is necessary so that I can hear my characters and their stories–so I can hear their music, their surroundings. That is one of many reasons I write at night. During the day he likes to write with the windows open and views to the rest of our town. In the winter, he likes to write in the dark with the glow of the computer screen and the TV as his light. At night, I like to write with the overhead lights on and the room bathed in softness. On the weekends, I write during the day with the blinds drawn as in the picture above so as not to have the distraction of the outside calling to me to come out and play. It is amazing we can share the same space. It’s only a problem when we both have deadlines at the same time. Fortunately, that happens very rarely.
When I’m beginning a book I am always excited and I can write almost anywhere for the first 100-150 pages. As the work moves on and the complexities mount, I become more and more demanding of my space and my time. When I near the end, the last 50-75 pages, I often need to go away and hole up for three or four days alone and just get it finished. At those times I most often choose the coast near Lincoln City, Oregon. I have writer friends there who will take me in and yet leave me alone. I also have a couple of favorite small inns that allow me easy access to the beach for morning walks and promise no maid service to bother me in the middle of the day to change the linens. I am truly blessed with a wonderful understanding family and the means to go away alone two or three times a year and finish my books.