Man caves have been in the news lately. Supposedly, men return home from the jungle of office politics and restore their energy in their man caves. Their wives have conflicting goals that include discussions of feelings and the day’s events.
I’m not sure how easily men can establish a cave in the average household today. I wouldn’t mind setting up a woman cave. Perhaps a cave of our own would decrease our disappointment when we fail yet again to elicit man feelings.
I dream of using my deck to create a four-season room. Glass walls would let me watch a winter storm batter the landscape while I remain warm inside. A small fountain and pond would provide repetitive and relaxing sounds. Jasmine plants give off a delicate scent. My deck isn’t humongous so the space could maintain an air of intimacy.
An ergonomic chair, my laptop, and an e-reader would provide opportunities to create, listen to music, and read favorite authors and authors that I have recently discovered. I’d keep a stack of yellow legal pads and pens that don’t leak for ideas and first drafts, and shouldn’t forget a bowl of nut fudge and a bowl of Braeburn apples.
The only visitor I’d allow is my daughter who loves to read. She chooses stories based on empathetic and interesting characters. She’s not my first, only or final critic but, if she doesn’t care about a character I’ve created, I think seriously about scrapping it.
So that’s my dream cave. Meanwhile I use the writing space I have and imagine the sound of a fountain, the smell of jasmine, and a softer light.
Perhaps, whether you’re male or female, you already have the perfect cave.