It could be. This place is cozy, as in small, as in warm and with good lighting. Currently, it boasts a wall of custom shelving and a built in desk. Many of my books have found a new home here, as well as trinkets from all my travels. Yes, this could be a love shack, but it will be a shack that loves words.

If I have any say, I’ll spend my mornings here, slipping out of the house early with a mug of coffee and, hopefully, the urge to write. Soon it will have a built in window seat for sitting back with a good book, should I need to learn from those patient teachers. I have a view of the chicken coop, what’s left of our once-lush garden and, down through some trees, the house.

It’s raining outside and I couldn’t feel more tucked away. If I have any say, this place is going to house the best of my writing mind, so that when I show up I’ll be ready for work. And though I’m not even fifty feet from the house, it feels away. Intention is built into the walls.

It’s taken some time to convert the old playhouse-turned-shed into this little dream of a shack, but damn, I’m glad we stuck with it.