A.R. Geiger

So, I realized I kept y’all very updated on our house right up until… there was a house.

Then I dropped off the face of the planet.

Ha! Sorry about that.

This is my inner sanctum. My study. My writer’s hole.

I hide away here. To read, to stitch. To dream.

And, since I’m a full time writer with a job that allows me to work from home a few times a week, I actually do a fair amount of writing here too.

Twelve years ago, when I came home from Europe with no money and one single idea in my head – that I was going to be an actual real life writer who actually made money and had a career – I moved back into a bedroom at my parents’. We found a massive desk at a thrift store for $60, and I set up an office that had a bed in the corner so I could, you know, sleep between writing sessions.

I stayed there for a long time. Wrote my books there. Questioned all my life choices, because do writers actually make money?? Sidestepped a lot of questions from other people about what on earth I was doing with my life and why I didn’t have a real job and wasn’t going to college.

Then, I moved into the tiny house. My little hobbit hole. And it was great. But I no longer had an office. I had a tiny house and bookshelves and a kitchen and I loved it, but there was no more proper desk, no more room for a dedicated workspace, no hole to retreat to when I wanted to escape life and write.

It stayed that way for a lot of years. By myself, with my sister, with my husband. With our first baby. Writing was something I did on the couch or – when I had a job – in an office in town.

And then we moved, and I had this whole wonderful beautiful room all to myself just for my writing.

It took me forever to know how to decorate it.

But we found a huge, gorgeous desk on Facebook Marketplace for FREE, and I started pulling it together piece by piece. First all my books – yes, even the ones in storage – found their way back onto my shelves. Then a few plants found a home here. And a globe. And I bought an enormous whiteboard, because every writer needs a whiteboard in their life.

It’s taking shape. I’m sure there will be additions to come. I’m running out of bookshelf space already, so at some point we’ll have to think about bookshelves that reach the ceiling.

But right now, it’s my sanctuary, and it is perfect. I can’t think of a better place to curl up and dream.

It took me twelve years, y’all. But I finally have an office I don’t have to sleep in.