There has been some rearranging going on at work lately – people moving into new roles, people retiring – which resulted in the availability of a “prestigious” window office.
I had the opportunity to move from my dark inner-hall office into a window office many times before, but I always declined. I was comfortable where I was and had no burning desire to move. “Prestige” isn’t one of the things that I worry over-much about. This time, however, when the space coordinator called to ask if I wanted to move into a newly vacant window office, I surprised both her and myself by saying yes (after only a minor amount of coercion).
Moving offices is a bit of a pain, especially after ten years with a company, but it’s also kind of freeing. I have spent the last several days going through drawers and files and whatnot, filling up the recycling bins and letting go of years of accumulated stuff that hadn’t been looked at since it was first filed away. The new office came with its own accumulated stuff that had to be dealt with too, along with two dead plants and a broken cabinet.
Changing offices has meant not only a new view and a different set of office “neighbors,” but also a change of perspective and a chance to do a little re-calibrating.
So, what does any of this have to do with writing?
In recent weeks, or maybe months, the majority of my writing efforts have been focused on the “just for fun” piece I’ve been serializing for our Friday Writing Sprints. That story has been easy and entertaining and, quite frankly, comfortable.
Making the change at work has motivated me to do a little writing shake-up here at home. That doesn’t mean that Cassie and Nicolai will be left in how-does-this-story-end-limbo on Fridays, it just means that I’m shifting out of my writing comfort zone and getting back to the other stories in progress that have been languishing.
So far that has meant going through my notes and in-progress stories and doing some purging to get rid of ideas that are going nowhere, multiple draft versions that don’t need to be kept, and assorted files that have become obsolete. The result is a handful of reasonably well fleshed out story ideas with drafts in varying stages, ready to be worked on.
Ironically, the story I’m moving out of my comfort zone to work on first is one I sketched out earlier last year entitled . . . . wait for it . . . .Comfort Zones. What are the chances?
So, what have you done lately to get out of your own comfort zone (writing related or not)?