You’ll have to imagine the chair. Really, it’s a pretty standard office-type model—black with adjustable arms, seat, and back—and it fits me better than the dining room chair I’ve been using lately or the rummage sale varieties I used before that. I’ve needed a decent chair for a long time.
Last weekend’s mail brought a pleasant surprise in the form of a larger-than-I-expected royalty check. Of course, I’ll pay some bills. Of course, I’ll set something aside for the future. But I knew right away what I would spend some of my hard-earned money on.
I bought a chair.
In this series of Teaching Author posts, we’re discussing writer’s block. In previous posts on the topic, Mary Ann described her Work in Progress as the Scariest Thing on Earth. Bobbi explained some theories about writer’s block. Lately, I’ve found inspiration here and here and especially here.
Some people insist that writer’s block doesn’t exist. I wish I were in that camp, but I’ve experienced it myself too often. I wish I could tell you how to solve it. Walking helps me a lot. So do Morning Pages. And as I realized this week, so does money.
Believe me, I know how lucky I am to be able to pursue writing as a career. (Gratitude helps, too!) But in those long gaps between royalty statements, it can be hard for me to stay motivated if the work itself is the only reward. I wish money didn’t matter, but it does. In spite of all my years of effort, that check (probably not a big deal in some people’s bank accounts) felt like a gift. It lifted a weight and reminded me that anything can happen. It made me remember why I do this work after all—certainly not for the money.
So I bought a chair, both because I needed it and because I needed to make a commitment to writing again. Boy, this was a tough winter. But we persevered, didn’t we?
Morning Pages helped.
And now that I finally have a comfortable chair that fits me, nothing can hold me back from the best work I’ve ever done.
I bought myself a brand-new perch—
a chair that doesn’t tip or lurch,
grumble, grind, collapse, or creak,
or drop with just a warning squeak.
So if you need me, I’ll be there,
writing in my writing chair.
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