I can’t remember where I heard the word garret, I think it was on a writer’s website. “A garret is a small room traditionally used by an artist. It is usually in an attic, but it can be anywhere a writer can be left alone to write.”
I’m on disability, and my wife works at home, and there’s nowhere in our one-bedroom apartment to write in peace. I sit at my desk and write, and just when I’m getting in the zone, I hear her voice, “Lawson, can you get me this?” or “How do you spell that?”
With a muttered groan and curse, I get up to see what she needs and come back to my desk with no idea where I was going when I look at the unfinished sentence or paragraph.
We live in a small town, and we currently don’t have a car, so I can’t go anywhere to get anything done. The only thing to do is to be as patient as I can. I love my wife so much, and I also love to write, so my choice is to sigh and tend to her needs as a good husband should.
We are saving for a car, and it will take a while to get one. My wife doesn’t drive, so the plan is to get in the car and leave her at home while I go to the library.
I’m thinking about getting up in the middle of the night, or early in the morning, but I have a hard time sleeping, and I’m afraid doing that will make things worse.
I’m sure I will figure something out, but in the meantime, I will have to be content with word counts in the hundreds, if I’m lucky, instead of word counts in the thousands.
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