I’ve been writing every day for the past 40 years or so, sometimes getting paid to do it and sometimes not, and through all those years I’ve assumed I will keep doing it until my wits leave me or I die. In other words, I’m a long-time disciple of the gospel according to Reynolds Price, a believer that writers are people who are both blessed and cursed by the compulsion to distill their experience of the world into words on a page. But Roth’s startling announcement caused me to begin rethinking this assumption. Why shouldn’t writers be free to stop writing when they they’ve lost their appetite for the grind, or when they feel they’ve lost their edge, or when they’ve said everything they care to say?
Where do you write? Where do you work? Where do you update your Tumblr? The spaces in which we create can ultimately take on enhanced significance; we are, in a sense, where we’re from — and, beyond that, our words, in a sense, are what they are because of where they originate. In Let the Great World Spin, Colum McCann writes of leaving one’s hometown: “We bring home with us when we leave. Sometimes it becomes more acute for the fact of having left.” But couldn’t that be said of desks, or workspaces as well?
We’ve asked a handful of our regular site contributors to show us their creative lairs, and now we’re asking you to share yours with us as well. Tag your photos on Twitter with the hashtag #writespace, or feel free to share them on Tumblr with the same designation. We’ll post our favorites in the coming days.