A few years ago I told Ken Cannon I wanted him to build a playhouse for the granddaughters in the backyard. I had one when I was a little girl in Holladay. It was pretty much a wood shack. But I loved it and its sawdust-y smell whenever I stepped inside. And I wanted that for our granddaughters.
Well. Ken Cannon said yes. The only problem is that while I was thinking "wood shack" he was thinking "that Victorian house with a tower and dormer windows I always wanted to build for our family but never did." And he's been working on the playhouse ever since in the bits and scraps of time he has left to him on a summer evening.
For awhile I was annoyed. Because the structure is so complicated, it's going to take him forever to finish it. Our granddaughters will be adults with grandchildren of their own by the time he finishes it.
But then I had a brainwave. AN AWESOME BRAINWAVE. I decided to start using it as my writing- -home-away-from-home. There are no distractions in the writing-home-away-from-home, except, of course, for the dogs who usually join me. I go outside early in the morning and write by hand with a soft-lead pencil in a spiral notebook.
I haven't enjoyed writing this much in years.
And here's the best part. The playhouse smells all sawdust-y.