I really want a shed. A big glamorous shed to write in.
Regular followers of this blog will know that I write in the cellar, which is in fact a lined basement also doubling as a dining room and household store. Recently things have improved down there, with the addition of a whole wall of bookshelves, courtesy of Ikea. Still, it’s not ideal as a writing den (there was once a bad flood down there during a freak storm, and the radio won’t work underground), but I can still dream.
What I’d really like is a space which is all my own, and self contained. Somewhere I could go to at weekends and evenings and shut myself away from all distractions. It would have a comfy two-seater sofa for reading on. There would be some nice coir on the floor with a woolly rug, so I could kick my shoes and socks off and still be toasty warm.
As well as the usual writing kit, some lamps and wifi I would need a small fridge for snacks, ice and endless diet coke. I would also like a radio and a cushion for the cat who would break in no matter what I did. And of course, the walls would need to be filled with shelves. Oh, and the shed would need to be in the garden, which would mean there would be room for a bit of decking with a hot tub for eight…or am I just being silly now?
Now I discover there is further fuel for my writing space daydreams, in the form of a marvellous blog called Shedworking, which has also spawned a book of the same name. There are endless possibilities which spring to mind. And there, sadly, they will have to stay. There’s not enough room in my garden or my bank account. One day, maybe, but until then … what would you want in your den, and why?
