Creating a writer’s office
Early this morning I was driving home when the phone rang.
“I just wanted to make sure we were still on for 8:30 this morning,” said my client.
“Absolutely,” I said. “I’m on my way into the office.”
I answered her honestly, but I felt a little funny. My office is in my living room. It’s precisely 15 percent of my 400-square-foot apartment near downtown San Diego. I know the numbers because I just measured for the home-office deduction on my taxes.
I never hide the fact that I have a home office. My clients have heard my cat meow at my feet, and they’ve had to wait a second for me to answer the door when a neighbor drops by. These days no one seems to care if one works from home. But I’d still enjoy an official office sometimes.
Yesterday I stopped by my post office box for a moment, and I ran across the sign in this picture. In suite 205-E, a writer has an office. And outside Trader Joe’s Grocery Store, she has this sign. I keep envisioning a sign here at Avenue Z. Would I just stick one in the window, right under the Christmas cards I haven’t taken down yet? How about a nice yard sign with a stake?
Armed with my Monday, get-things-done attitude, I started putting together a proposal for one of my newest clients. We have discussed his newsletter desires several times, and I’ve probably spent 5 unpaid hours total working on getting this business.
The news has been bad lately… the US seems to be headed into a recession. For reasons that are a bit beyond me, Congress’ answer is to create a package that will give us all checks for $600 in May. I don’t understand much about how governmental budgets work, but haven’t they been reading the newspapers? Why didn’t they work on a long-term goal to fix this instead of tossing $600 into everyone’s pockets so we can go buy the Wii we always wanted?

