One of the bloggers I follow, http://www.VVDenman.com, wrote a lovely piece the other day titled “The Power Behind A Writer’s Desk“ and she included a photo of the desk at which she writes. I’ve always found it fascinating to see where people write, especial since I began my first novel on the back of sales receipts at a campground somewhere in the middle of Not Anywhere. I then graduated to a rental car parked at Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco, although I was still writing on sales receipts. When I ran out of those, I had a choice: Buy more items in order to get more sales receipts or find some paper or a typewriter (This was still in the pre-computer Dark Ages of literary creativity).
But I digress. V.V.’s post reminded me of a story. Some years ago, I sold a log cabin on a large parcel of land to a friend of mine, Jean. I’m a Realtor, not a log cabin owner. Very shortly after the purchase, Jean attended a Pen Faulkner dinner and met Betty Friedan. During the conversation, Jean mentioned to Betty that she had just purchased the log cabin. Betty expressed great interest and curiosity, and so Jean invited her to see it. Sure enough, Betty showed up, with her assistant in tow. This was two years before Betty died.
Betty walked through the living room and stood at the large window seat that looked out on a truly spectacular setting. She turned to Jean and said, “This is where you write.” As this was a statement and not a question, Jean was momentarily taken aback. She explained to Betty that she was a lawyer, not a writer. Betty repeated, “This is where you write.” Jean didn’t argue. After all, this was Betty Friedan. After the house tour, Betty walked to the front door, thanked Jean for inviting her and said, “Every woman needs her own log cabin,” and left.
Jean forgot about Betty’s visit until at least a year later, when she actually did start writing. She and I and another friend wrote our first book. During the writing, Jean suddenly remembered Betty’s words.
Thanks to V.V. for reminding me. We may be lucky enough to write on the window seat of a real log cabin. Or that log cabin may be a beach or a desk or a table or a tent or even a rental car. Whatever it is, Betty was right. Every woman needs her own log cabin.
sunshineinlondon
November 17, 2010
What a lovely story.
Sunshine xx
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2010
Thanks, Sunshine!
carldagostino
November 17, 2010
What an engaging concept. My log cabin happens to be wherever I am when the ideas hit. Having a log cabin can be very advantageous. It got Lincoln elected President. Hemingway’s was Key West. Walt Whitman’s was in the mist of the morn and in the wind through the trees. Emily Dickinson’s was probably at a desk at her attic’s gable window while Poe’s was a at candle light in a cavern of his mind.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2010
Muses, all.
writerwoman61
November 17, 2010
Love this post, Renée! I could use a “log cabin” right now…
Wendy
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2010
Thanks, Wendy. I wish you a log cabin. Just close your eyes.
hannahjustbreathe
November 17, 2010
Ah, I love this post!! Another blogger—who, actually, is also trying to make it as a writer—put together a post earlier this year that included pictures other bloggers sent to her of their writing spots. Desk, cafe tables, libraries, offices, studies, seats on the bus. It was fascinating to see all the spaces these writers used.
But, a log cabin—ahhh. Isn’t that just the writer’s dream??
Such a wonderful blog, Renée!
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2010
Thanks for reading, Hannah. And yes, there is something about the romance of a log cabin, and not just for writers. Yesterday evening, I met a photographer who lives in a log cabin. It is her muse. She photographs what she sees in the setting. Her work is spectacular.
V.V. Denman
November 18, 2010
Hannah, I’d love to peek at those pictures. Do you remember the blog? (What is it about these pictures that fascinates me?)
amanda
November 17, 2010
I would also love my own log cabin to write in! (literally)
Or, even Diane Keaton’s study in “Something’s Gotta Give”…the books, the ocean..ahhh….
Lovely post — off to dream~
lifeintheboomerlane
November 17, 2010
Thanks, Amanda. Dream big.
Hippie Cahier
November 18, 2010
And to think Virginia Woolf would have settled for a room of one’s own.
I loved this story, and I’ve always thought it would be cool to live in a log cabin. Here’s wishing you one of your own, with wireless, natch.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 18, 2010
Apparantly, Virginia didn’t have a big enough vision. And yes, wireless is mandatory.
Amiable Amiable
November 18, 2010
A lovely and inspiring post! Thank you. My log cabin would be a cottage by the sea, but instead it’s “my” PC room with a very pretty floral needlepoint sign on the doorknob that reads GO AWAY.
lifeintheboomerlane
November 18, 2010
Good one. Thank goodness, we are capable of such flexibility in life.
V.V. Denman
November 18, 2010
Wonderful post, captivating writing, beautiful cabin.
I may print a copy of that log cabin to keep by my desk. Like you say, I could just close my eyes . . .
lifeintheboomerlane
November 18, 2010
I’m so glad you like it. BTW, I spent at least an hour trying to post a link to your site and all that happened was that it kept messing up the text. I finally gave up.
V.V. Denman
November 18, 2010
Ha! I am so there. Computers make me want to scream. (And if I only had a log cabin, nobody would hear.)