Virginia Woolf famously said in a “Room of One’s Own” that “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”

I think the part she left out is “and preferably a couch or chair that doesn’t have an ass dent in it.”

Because let me tell you, ass dents in furniture can wear you down after a while. (And the couches too, but that’s a whole other story.)

Anyway, I don’t have a room of my own. My office is the former formal dining room in my house since – big surprise – I DON’T DINE FORMALLY IN MY OWN HOUSE. That also means there is no separation between my office and the rest of the house where the heathens who live with me often roam.

But a girl gets tired of just tap, tap, tapping away while sitting at a desk. So she moves to the couch for those long stretches with the 72,000 words or so it takes to make a manuscript. And over time, the couch shows its warts. (See couch warts above.)

But now, I have a WRITING CHAIR!!!

What? You thought I was getting a writing cottage like Laurie Halse Anderson? Ha. You gotta earn a writing cottage. And if I can sell as many books as Laurie over time, I’m getting one! But for now, I’ve earned a writing chair, and a writing corner too.

And I love them.

Daisy endeavors to make an ass dent in this chair soon too, but not too soon.