When I started my freelance writing business I knew two things: I wanted to write and I wanted to own a business. Anything beyond the dream was to be learned, and still is being learned. As a solopreneur, an entrepreneur with no employees, I have the opportunity to work anywhere I want. Most often you can find me in the coffice.
What is the coffice? It’s my office at a coffee shop. It’s not actually an office, just a table, a cup of joe, a laptop, cell phone and occasional client or prospective client. Not as glamorous as I would have dreamed when I was watching those women-who-have-everything movies of the 1980’s but it’s mine.
For a long time I loved either working at home or from my coffice but lately both options are not as attractive as they used to be.
Three years ago today I was kicked out of corporate America and have never looked back. I had dreams of working from home. The company had a wishy washy work from home policy. My team was allowed to work from home once a week under a number of rules and stipulations. If memory serves, we had to actually check laptops out on our day to work from home.
When I say laptop I mean the heaviest, slowest, most awful laptop in existence.
In the days and years since being laid off, I have spent hours and days at a time in my pajamas writing the days away. It has been nothing short of exhilarating and frustrating all in one moment. Some days I write from home and then move to the coffice. Other days I get ready and head to the coffice using the same routine I did when I was in corporate America.
You know the routine – Get up with the alarm. Take a shower. Dry hair. Get dressed. Leave the house.
As my boyfriend would say, it gives me a sense of control in an otherwise chaotic world. It makes me feel like I have a routine and am not just some hack freelance writer with nowhere to be. For a long time heading to the coffice was enough to get the muse flowing. It was enough to get me moving to doing business.
Lately I haven’t felt the muse at my home office or at the coffice.
I feel change coming soon for me and where I work. The last few days I have planted myself at my boyfrend’s apartment that we have nicknamed The Beach House. Truth be told, it’s not a beach house at all. It’s an apartment on a lake near a golf course.
I don’t care what you call it, The Beach House is rocking the muse and productivity is higher than it has been in weeks. Feels good to be out of the coffice.
Do you work from home or coffice? I would love to learn how you get the muse working when it seems she has taken a day off.
Source: Urban Dictionary: Coffice