A Room of One's Own, Sneaky Preview

So of course by now you've seen the meme initiated by the inimitable Strikethru (see here and also here) in which she ruminates on the idea of a room of one's own, a place in which a hominid can be alone with their scribeo-mechanism, unmolested by the manifold vagaries of modern life.

Before we get started on my own humble contribution to the subject, I have to give a shout out to one Mrs. Speegle, whose constant dedication to my art has been of such crucial importance that I'm sure that — without her — I would be a shambling wreck of a man, scribbling missives (in my own juices, likely) on the underside of freeway overpasses.

But more specifically: a few weeks back I was having a hard time wrapping on the Beta draft of Good Friday. I just. Couldn't. Concentrate.

Now I'm not someone who has to be alone when I compose; often enough you will find me espousing the tired cliche of the writer con Macbook ensconced in a local Starbucks, Americano close at hand. But! When the eponymous rubber meets the titular road, I sometimes need utter solitude in order to make disparate story elements dovetail to a satisfactory degree.

So what does the wife do, seeing me in such distress? Rents me a hotel room for the weekend, right next door to our house, practically, and tells me that I have 48 hours of solitude to do what I had to do. So I checked in, laptop in tow, unplugged the TV, and wrote like a maniac for two days.

Good, good times.

Anyhoo, that aside, if I had my druthers I would mos' def get me one o' them Airstream trailers. I mean, it just doesn't get much more Americana than that, am I right? I prefer the Sport 16 model (because it's sporty!).

Plus it has a bathroom.

The interior, however, doesn't meet my exacting specifications, and thus I have composed the following art-tastic rendering. Because this is my fantasy, dammit, and I can organize my writing space however I want.

I know; it's hard to believe I never took an art class.

Just the essentials here. Place to contemplate, place to sit and write, place for caffeine storage. Place for books. Cool orange retro caster chair. I am a simple man. I have simple needs.

That said, I am once again very tardy what with the promised contest stuff. However, here is a sneak preview of the ultra-cool things to come...