It's only taken about a thousand years, but, thanks to the lockdown, I have a bone fide exclusive place to write. My Writing Pod.
So yes, the ideal writing space was, frankly, nothing less than essential. We had an office for all the official things, complete with desktop computers and filing systems. But it wasn't really geared towards creativity. And I had to share it. That meant that any post-it notes, obscure maps and scratchy ideas diagrams were at risk of being lost in the ether. Even so, my dream of having a writing den rested on the fantasy of being rich enough one day to be able to build one in the style of Neil Gaimon's.
Neil Gaimon's writing shed and his desk. Photographs courtesy of Neil Gaimon.
Then along came the coronavirus, Covid-19. My spouse was told that working from home would be mandatory until the end of the year. The practical office just wouldn't cut it. So we made some changes.
The music/guest bedroom would become the Cavern: a place for music, computer games and other hobbies and gadgets. The guests would stay in our now grown-up daughter's room, who will move out completely very soon, I'm sure of it. That meant that the office needed a complete overhaul. In the 21st century do we really need to file and keep electricity bills and receipts? No. Off you go then.
The office became my Writing Pod.