Creative Space

Today I worked on populating the bookshelves, a full-day job. A number of books that were downstairs had to come upstairs, and vice versa. For the first time in my life, I have more bookshelf space than books to fill it, and I find this creates a sense of silly urgency in me. My wife stripped wallpaper in our bedroom and prepped those walls for paint.

It was nice to be able to sit in the office in the evening, feel the rain-scented evening breeze blow in through the window, and look at a finished room, with everything I want at my fingertips or across the room. This should be a good creative space.


It worked! My wife and I cut the bookshelves in half, and we now have six merely huge shelves. We were even able to save the backing on three of them, so it only took me $20 to buy sheets of 1/8″ hardboard to use as backing for the other three. I have three standing next to each other along one wall of the office and a fourth at a right angle to the others. My computer desk and servers are along the wall opposite the three shelves, and the center of the room is clear except for an exercise bike. It’s all set up!

I guess there is some creativity involved in all of this house working; it may not be writing or music, but it certainly requires creativity to overcome some of the obstacles in building or repairing things. It’s not over yet, either. We still have four complete rooms to paint, some wallpaper to hang, and some wainscoting to tack up in the next week or two.

Merely Huge Bookshelves

I didn’t have to stay at work as late tonight, so I was able to get more done on the office. The big plan for the weekend is to borrow a co-worker’s circular saw (mine tends to bind during long cuts) and cut my three gargantuan double bookshelves in half to make six merely huge bookshelves.

Working Hard

I moved more furniture and books today, still trying to get everything organized in the office. The days have all kind of run together, and since I’m making these entries a few days later, it’s hard to remember exactly what I did on which day. I know this much; each day, I worked at the office and then came home as soon as I could. Three of the days, I had to work late — in fact, this was one of them. I stayed at work until 8:15 PM rebuilding an FTP server that had crashed. I didn’t get much work done this night.