I get distracted easily. Too easy for my liking, actually. I may appear poker-faced and passive on the surface but heck, the slightest clink of a spoon in a colleague’s coffee mug is enough to snap me out of my uh, creative focus. Thankfully, a move to another office building and a couple of months back helped me tone down my mild case of ADHD. I suddenly was raring to come to work and get my writing oiled in the hinges.
But the fun was short-lived. Just last week, my colleagues and I were subjected AGAIN to move our stuff onto the 5th floor. I grimaced as I inspected the unoccupied floor space; Right then and there, I knew my “problem” would worsen. It looked like a cramped classroom that was about to be filled with rowdy, rambunctious kids. I heaved a sigh and wished my copywriting skills good luck.
I long for my work desk at the 3rd floor as I type this. Allow me to list down in pictures why I’m feeling such longing:
1. Window seat. Gazing at a portion of Makati outside always calms my hyperactive thoughts.
2. Yellow lighting. Everything’s in faint sepia when the lights are on.
3. Spacious leg room. Perfect for the wa-poise, upong-bahay positions.
4. Roomy desk. I have a LOT of office paraphernalia yet they all sit nicely and uncluttered.
Not a lot of people understand the woes of a writer. You have to live and breathe writing to comprehend why wordsmiths tend to look for a comfortable spot so they can string coherent sentences—especially for those like me who have deadlines to beat on a five-day work week. We’re maarte like that.
If you’re a writer reading this, I am toasting my steaming mug of Swiss Miss to us. We’ll have our day someday.