One of the things I’ve been most looking forward to about our new house is the fact that we’ll have two extra bedrooms — and one of those rooms will be my office.
I’ve been writing off and on since I was eleven, so I’ve scribbled down and tapped out passages and paragraphs in my fair share of random places. First in the margins of my notebooks in school, on the bulky, Windows 95 PC in my parents’ basement, at the dining room table in our old house, or sometimes even on napkins pulled from the center of a restaurant table or my glove box. Most of the progress I’ve made over the last five years took place by staring at the laptop in the dining room or our old bedroom, so I know an office isn’t an absolutely necessity for success, but I’m hoping that having a designated workspace leads to even more opportunities and more publishing credits!
Over the last few weeks, I’ve sorted through the maze of boxes to make the space as usable as possible “for now.” It still contains an old dresser we’re eventually donating, my new (fancy) chair isn’t built yet, and it really needs a coat of paint, but I’m getting there!
My bookcases are assembled and stocked (though I’m almost positive there’s another box of books floating around somewhere . . .), the printer is hooked up, my desk lamp is filled with actual seashells from past vacations to the Outer Banks, and my grandparents’ photo looks on encouragingly from the corner of my desk. I even have a happy little storage box that my husband presented me with as an “office warming” gift when we moved in.
Getting back in the habit of writing has been a bit tough after taking nearly two whole months off to deal with the selling/buying/moving process. And I’m sure it’ll be fragmented for a while as J & I tackle more home improvement projects and perfect our daily routine.
But I feel really comfortable here. Last night when I finished “phase one” of the room setup, I sat in the busted old chair and looked around with a smile on my face for about fifteen minutes, thinking about the fact that I finally had a space to call my own — where I could concentrate, create, and hopefully keep racking up those writing achievements and milestones.
Well, hello! If you’ve stumbled upon my blog, you must be some form of Quirky, Confused, and/or Curvy, so welcome! And if you’ve stuck around long enough to read my bio and give me a follow, thanks!!!
I’m Stacy, and I remember the exact moment in sixth grade when I realized I wanted to be a writer. I spent the next decade or so getting straight A’s in English, writing for my school newspaper, failing the SATs with epic splendor, and dropping out of community college thanks to depression and anxiety (among other things). I then completed two correspondence courses with The Institute of Children’s Literature and had a short story published by a local library.
Sadly, the writing dream died in my twenties while I was trying to be a “real adult” by working real jobs that made me miserable, buying a house, and getting married to a guy named J who is just as goofy as I am. But happily I rediscovered my love for writing a few years ago and plunged head first back into the writing world in 2016. My excitement got the best of me and I self-published two novels that same year without doing any research whatsoever. I highly advise against such a thing unless you’re not easily embarrassed. I’m still navigating my way through these sometimes tumultuous waters, but I’m having fun most of the time and even managed to get a few articles published! (see my fancy portfolio page).
I’m also hard at work on a contemporary women’s fiction novel, which I hope to publish traditionally sometime before I’m eighty.
Quirky, Confused, and Curvy is all about being a sometimes strange, mixed up thirty-something woman navigating life and the writing world while living with anxiety. I also write occasionally about traveling, life as a curvy woman, and the mind-blowing state of my home country, who saw fit to elect the idiotic and quite orange version of Lord Voldemort as its president.
When I’m not writing, I’m probably reading. And if I’m not doing either of those two things, I’m probably watching Penguins Hockey, or (thinking about) traveling. I currently work a 8-5 office job (and a PT cleaning job!) until my writing takes off, and I live with my husband and fur kid in a tiny suburb of Pittsburgh.
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Amazing! Congrats on your new space! I need one of my own too, but like you, I write anywhere and everywhere! All the best in more writing endeavors!
Amazing! Congrats on your new space! I need one of my own too, but like you, I write anywhere and everywhere! All the best in more writing endeavors!
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Thank you 😊
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