Hi, folks.

So, here’s what Castle Debacle is: A permanent home for the contests, like The Great Tea Debacle, as well as some of the delightful and serious conversations that appeared around it and because of it.

You didn’t think we’d just let it all vanish after the first Tea Debacle ended, did you? A’course not.

There’s free tea (and beer, Ed) in the comments of this post.


Office Space, Part One

So, to start with, let’s talk about offices.

It’s a good place to start, it’s a popular topic and one that gets banged around a lot. Stephen King talks about how very important they are in On Writing. He points out that you need a place of your own, and you need a door to close, and he’s right. He goes on to say that in a way, going to your office every day and closing your door at roughly the same time is a sort of preparation for creative sleep, which lets your mind unlock. He’s right again. Furthermore, he points out that it’s important that you close out the outside world, by shutting that door. You have no need of it right then, you are writing. You have your own world. Again, I agree.

I agree now. I didn’t always think much of it. It’s something that the forever march of age has made me more aware of. When I was younger, I wrote anything, anywhere. Ten thousand words, or more a day. I have fond memories of extremely long-winded writing sessions spent on a couch, with family talking around me and watching TV and everything. I would join the conversation, look up at the TV now and then, and then go back to focusing on writing, easy as if I was reading a newspaper. I didn’t have any sort of office. Usually, there was just no space for it.

Later, I found the office space to be a hinderance to good writing. In a way, I still sort of do, but I need to explain that a little better.

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