My eldest daughter moved out four weeks ago, and we've finally emptied out her room (I don't know where she packed all the stuff, the things she left behind now take up half the space in the family room. Tardis springs to mind) As always nothing is straightforward, and daughter #2 decided she wanted to move into that room. She started moving her things yesterday and I have slender hopes she might finish the procedure by the weekend *sigh*
However, this means that eventually there will be a spare room going again. It's the smallest room and no way will we get two desks in there. My darling husband conceded the other night that I could have it as my office. YAY!!! I'm so excited. An office all of my own, where I can put up the framed cover of my book and gaze at it for inspiration!!!
Just over a year ago, hubby and I shared an office for five months (when both our daughters moved out for a while... they came back again... must be all my delicious home cooking) (um sorry did I hear laughter in the peanut gallery there???) anyway, during those five months I loved going in that room but basically didn't write a bloody thing.
I promise to do better this time!!