As we approach the end of Mercury Retrograde, I find that I have “gone underground” as it were, in that I tend to discover new depths of creativity during these periods.

Usually it manifests itself in my writing – and it has this time, as I’ve put together the final draft of my synopsis for Throwing Rocks at God and have reworked the first two chapters – and sometimes it presents itself as a deep dissatisfaction with the world around me.  A kind of impatience for things to get moving, to change.  This is one of the character traits of us Geminis.  Sometimes it makes us seem flighty, unstable in our lives, at least on the surface.  Deep down, it’s feels a lot different.  Here’s some inner dialogue that tends to happen during this period:

Yeah, yeah, we’ve seen this already.  Don’t you have something new?  Fresh?  Exciting?  Where’s the pizzazz, the chutzpah, the je ne sais quoi? Can’t we do something different today?  Hey, let’s move the furniture!

Sometimes, it’s like having a tree full of monkeys instead of real thoughts.  This entire past week has been like that — the mental chatter reaching fever pitch.  The only way to quell it is to focus on something different creatively.

I’ve been itching to build a real creative space in the new home, and began to shop around.  Here’s one idea that I really liked.

Home Office Idea (click to embiggen)

This is from Pottery Barn.  Since I don’t have a bajillion dollars lying around (but hey, maybe the Federal Government can bail me out!), I merely took the idea and then looked around for the materials to build something similar without going broke.

Today I’ll move the current space into the dining room (a room, I learned, that I never use for anything other than to store my backpack and mail when I get home from work during the week), and slowly add elements until it looks like I want it to.

It’s so different owning my own place.  There’s less of a sense of urgency to get things done now, so I can be patient and craft a space I can thoroughly enjoy.  Well, me and Christian’s angels.  (my new nicknames for the pups.  There’s Kelly, Sabrina, and Chris.  My friend Karen calls them “the triplets.”)