Butt In Chair and In Office

If I had to pick a favorite television show right now, it would have to be Supernanny. I’m not sure why. Neither is my husband, who takes one look at those little demons… eh, I mean darlings throwing tantrums in high-definition and immediately leaves the room.

In nearly every episode, our British heroine has to show beleaguered parents how to convince their children to sleep in their own beds. When the kids get out of bed, Supernanny patiently hauls them right back – over and over again. Even if it takes all night.

I can totally relate to those tots.

After spending nearly all of my writing life working at the kitchen table of our apartments, I finally live in a house and have an office of my own. But just like the kids on Supernanny, I can’t seem to stay in it. Somehow I drift, along with all of my writing junk, right back into the kitchen.

Since there’s no Supernanny for writers to drag me back to my office, my goal this year is to entice myself to stay in it. I’m going to make it so darn cool, I wouldn’t dream of writing anywhere else in the house.

My first step was to find a comfortable chair. After plopping my fat fanny in every chair in Office Max, I finally decided on this one:



It feels good enough to work in, yet not good enough to nap in. Yes, I’m still camping out in the kitchen, but not as much. This is very much a work-in-progress so we’ll see how it goes…

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