Writing Tip #1
from more than 10 years of writing and self-publishing as a part-time writer
The Writer’s Cabin
The Writer’s Dream
The Writer paused before reaching under the concrete golden retriever for the key to the cabin. He scanned the scene, taking in the rustic landscape and the gentle gurgling of a creek somewhere just out of sight. Hummingbirds hovered near a few randomly placed feeders and seemed to say welcome to our perfect world. The Writer shook his head and felt for the key. He paused again as he tugged on the old-fashioned screen door, then stepped into the cabin that would be his perfect world for these next six weeks.
The Writer dropped his bags just inside the door. He could not have designed a better set-up. The rocker-recliner immediately to his right would be a temptation in the morning and the perfect place for his planned afternoon naps. The table and chairs in the middle of the bottom floor of “his” cabin would suffice for his meals and his pages and pages of stories that would come to him in this idyllic setting. The tiny bathroom was right there off of the main room, convenient for his midmornings when his second or third cup of coffee begged for release. The kitchen did not demand much square footage, either, but it had what he needed: a hot plate, a refrigerator, a microwave, and an individual-brew coffee maker with a carousel full of choices. The steps beside the rocker-recliner led him to a loft containing just a king-sized bed, a small dresser, and enough floor space to turn around. This, too, would be perfect. With the next forty-two days planned almost to the minute, he anticipated no more than eight hours a day upstairs.
His groceries put away and his bag of clothes thrown on the bed, The Writer settled into a very recent addition to the rustic cabin. The brand new ergonomic chair fit perfectly under the writer’s desk facing the only window in the main room. Of course it would, though; with the push of a button, he could make it a standing desk. Sitting or standing, when he diverted his view from his computer screen to the scene outside his window, he couldn’t help but be inspired. In this late afternoon hour, the sun was setting over a grove of trees beyond the brook that was now fully in view several dozen steps from where he sat mesmerized. His boss had spared no expense with this desk, and he had certainly not oversold the view. He still couldn’t believe the conversation that led to this.
