I"ve finally decided that my tiny house might just be a tad bit too small for a writer (me) and a college student (my teen). We won't discuss her snakes and fish -- they're in her room.
There is no longer a place for me to spread out the items I need to refer to when writing.
Teen has taken over the living room to study in and the coffee table is covered with miscellaneous stuff of hers.
The 'dining room table' (in a nook of the kitchen) now only contains two places for us to eat, because the rest of the area is taken up by the sewing machine. Some day I want the sewing machine to have its very own cabinet, but as for now - this is where is stays.
My 'desk' in my bedroom is covered with bills. (it's a small portable writing desk)
My office (which the floorplan of our two bedroom/ one level condo says is supposed to be the dining room) has several other projects scattered around, plus three filing cabinets, a bookshelf, and four of those plastic stacks of drawers. The fourth wall is the sliding door to our patio.
So = where can I go to spread out and focus on writing?
I now go to the teen's community college and use carrols in the library there. Comfy chairs with small tables for laptop and one small notebook. But if I have to really spread out, they have comfy chairs at larger (but not too large) tables. I have used both of these and am in love. I can really focus there because everyone else there is focusing on studying. No music. No talking in the background.
So far I've rewritten that picture book that the picture book workshop at LoonSong said was a middle grade short story into actually being a picture book. YAY!
I've completed one pass through of my young novel, correcting the mistake I learned about at LoonSong. (It began as a picture book. Then I attempted to convert it to a Chapter Book, but it ran away from me and grew like Topsy. It's now a young middle grade novel.)
Next I'll do several more pass throughs and see if I can whip it into shape.
Today I brought about 20 email printouts to use as references while I wrote a letter to my ex-agent. (He's two years behind in sending me my royalties.)
Home is for eating and sleeping.
I've decided to write at the college library.