It turns out that these aren’t just fantasy movie sets. In Eureka Springs, Arkansas, there’s a treehouse bed and breakfast. I googled to find others . . . perhaps one near a cousin someplace where I could combine a few days of writing retreat with a visit. “Treehouse hotel” gets some fabulous hits—in Costa Rica, Turkey, Australia . . . sigh. One in Oregon has info on their site that brings the fantasy back to earth, slightly. How do you get plumbing into these places? How high up do you want to be (and how are you going to get the sofa up with you)?
I go through phases. What my surroundings are while I’m writing is sometimes a non-issue. If it’s really loud, I put my headphones on, but otherwise Eyes on Keyboard. Lately, though, I’m pretty distractable. Maybe because it’s spring, I’ve been daydreaming about treetops.
Pending the trip to Costa Rica, I’ve made some adjustments on the home front. As a reward for doing a major cleaning job on our back porch, I got some patio furniture with the thought that we could eat dinner outside. The table and chairs are bar height, so we look out over the yard from the new setup. It turns out there’s an electrical outlet right there, too, for the laptop. It’s only a move of 50 feet, but the change of scene has been invigorating.
Here are some pictures of other people’s offices. Now I don’t feel nearly so freakish about the numbers of books in this building.