When I first moved into my office a few months ago, now don’t go hating me now ‘cuz I have an office, seven people had to move out for this luxury to happen, I had this crazy desire to write on my walls. I took over two decades off from writing to raise kids who wrote on my walls, it’s now my turn.
I don’t mean literally, after all, it took two coats of primer and two coats of gray to cover up the bright blue color chosen by the child we moved to the basement.
But, the need to see my projects and lists of things to do all at once was almost overwhelming.
This was my first project and the four sections work very well. I’m loving this. But, it wasn’t enough.
My urge to scribble was greater than Harold’s – you know the kid with the purple crayon?
I wanted this 15 paned door from Craigslist, but didn’t get to it in time. I had to make-do until I could invent something cool for outlining a big project.
The light bulb moment occurred while shopping for toilet paper in Costco. I know, toilet paper usually only inspires men, but I had an epiphany while grabbing the huge pack that would last a bachelor a year and my family a month. I know that because last time I bought toilet paper I asked the bachelor next to me how long his package would last, while envying the amount of free time he had not buying toilet paper on a regular basis.
Can you imagine not having anyone use the last square and not tell you? Can you image not having someone hanging the toilet paper the wrong way? Not having anybody unroll an entire roll just because they could? Yea, I agree, that guy is deprived, right? Anyhoo, back to the scribbling light bulb moment.
In between each row of the massive packages of toilet paper are wonderful brown pieces of paper. I started grabbing the extra paper and rolling it up.
My ten year old daughter was horrified. Yes, she is at an age where her mommy now embarrasses her at times. “You can’t take that!” she said. In her mind, entering double digits a few months back raised her rank in life, which now apparently includes the ability to advise her mother.
“Yes, I can! It’s going in the garbage or the recycle.” The look on her face showed I hadn’t proven I wasn’t a thief. “If it makes you feel better, I will ask if I can take it.”
Her conscience was soothed, but not her humiliation. She tried to walk farther away from me, while I tried to keep the paper rolled up in my cart in between all the cases of beans and chicken broth and tried to not run over anybody because of my blocked vision.
Exasperated, she finally rolled them up and tucked them under the bottom of the cart. I could hardly wait to get home and thumbtack it to my walls, using my Grandma’s Thumbtacks, of course.
Thanks to Costco toilet paper display, I had creativity at my fingertips. The Post-it notes worked well and I was able to organize and reorganize my explosion of random thoughts.
Eventually, the mess became a rough outline for several books. The first in a series, “The Christian Writer’s Coach: How to make the most out of writers conference” will be published in about a month by the Northwest Christian Writers Association. I’m so excited!
Since unsolicited manuscripts are no longer accepted by the majority of agents and editors, you need to attend a writers conference to make the initial contact with those people that can make all your publication dreams come true. NCWA had a passion to write a book to help writers before, during and after attending a writers conference. Stay tuned. I’ll letcha’ know when you can buy it.
The toilet paper paper worked, but I still had one more idea to try. It was supposed to look a little neater. But, as you can see by the above picture, I’m not a tidy writer. I think I’m a Type A organized person, but I think I’ve been lying to myself for years. This is the real me. I might even put this picture on Pinterest in rebellion against all those offices that look like an staged magazine setting.
I laminated sheets of gray paper and taped them to my walls. I write with dry erase markers and erase with rubbing alcohol. The little felt erasers on the end of the markers don’t work.
The Type A side of my office. Where I sit and relax to read, when I’m not writing. It’s also where my kids come and sit to talk while I’m writing. Since I have a double-digit daughter and a bona-fide teenage son at home, I don’t mind. It means we’re still on give-mom-advice speaking terms.
They can sit, they can talk, and they can root around for my secret candy stashes.
They just can’t scribble on my walls.
It’s my turn.
? Do you storyboard?
? How do you like to organize your
jot scribble stage of writing?
? Has anybody tried IdeaPaint for writing on walls?
I am dreaming of a very large, moveable white board that I can tape things to, put sticky notes on and draw arrows and lines inbetween with dry markers. No idea where I would put it, but the dream lives on.
I thoroughly enjoy your authenticity and your humor. Too fun!
The brown paper is great but the repurposed glass panes are AMAZING!!! I love the hanging quilt in the Type A corner. I really enjoyed the tour of your office. 🙂
Thanks, Cookie! I always love hearing from a new friend. I didn’t even share the best part of the quilt, my Grandma Geneva made it for my wedding. Twenty seven years later, I still love it!