Why wait: writing routine with a chair?

I wake, work, run, read, and rest. All regular routines, my pace has quickened, for both hobbies of reading and exercising.

These are practices. I’m leaning into a writing routine, with help from a cozy chair, gifted from another writer. Guiding a physical space for writing.

I currently lounge on this cushioned throne, right next to my overstuffed bookshelf.

I type. My heater whirs.

Meanwhile, my roommates’ video game bellows on one floor, another roomie chats a floor above. There’s a lingering of life everywhere.

So this is home.

This is what a writing routine feels like: the chair composes nearly half the room’s space. Mocha in both texture and color, my new seat welcomes introversion and introspection, writing and reading. I’m finally establishing a routine for something I love to do.

Writing is hard, but carving out a space is just as important as setting a regular time.

I’ve been writing about writing every Wednesday here, focusing on opportunities and costs, habits and goals, opting in and out.

My goal is to turn these meanderings into a book.

The chair’s original owner wrote a book while resting, reading, and writing from this very perch.

Did he lay upside down? Cross his legs? Fall asleep mid-sentence? Always have the chair in the same position?

Energetically, I too have purchased and given away fundamental furniture, my Reading Chair.

I remember: Cynthia and I roamed Value Village. Seeking comfort over all else, together we chose the polka-dotted arm chair, stuffing it into her backseat and then my apartment. 2 years later, my Reading Chair became hers, as we both moved.

And so I welcome this season, and hopeful, regular work, with a Writing Chair.