Geno ‘The Genie’ Builds The Perfect Writing Room

This is where I planned to write the next great American novel.
This is where I planned to write the next great American novel.

(The Daily Prompt)

I bought a new place. It’s back a winding path. It’s sits on a small knoll that a small creek curls around it. Not only the cabin-like appearance drew me to it, but also the sounds of the rushing water tickling over the rocks.

I immediately envisioned crisp autumn days and fluffy winter snows from the warmth of my new place.

There was but one problem; it had no discernable place from which to write. I wanted an area that I could see my bucolic surroundings and feel warm and inspired.

Being blessed with two left thumbs I summed my old buddy Geno. “Geno the remodeling genie” is on his card and the side of his van.

Shortly after moving in he was invited out to my place and I explained what was on my mind.

“So, If I’m hearin’ ya right, yer needin’ the perfect place to write so as you can see the stuff outside because that relaxes you so you can do your business?” Geno said.

“That’s right,” I said.

“I can do that,” Geno affirmed. “Here’s what you do; take a week and go someplace. Don’t think about nothin’. Come back and it will all be done.”

“Are you sure?” I said.

“Your wish is my command,” Geno said.

“One last thing,” I said. “How much?”

“Name your price,” Geno said.

“Can you keep it under ten thousand?”

“I can,” Geno said.

We set a date. I visited some friends on the cost and returned. Geno was waiting for me in the driveway.

“Your perfect writing space awaits you,” Geno said.

We walked through the front door and to my left in a room that had the most appealing and charming view in the entire house was the commode. I looked in horror at Geno.

“What have you done!’ I said.

“Hey,” Geno said. “That’s what you wanted; a place to relax, write and do your business with a view. There‘s no greater place for solitude and reflection than the crapper. You got a place to sit, a magazine rack, and you can put your pencils in the toothbrush holder.”

“I’m paying ten thousand for this!” I said.

“If ya wanted the job done for a thousand,” Geno said. “I could have put a window next to the shower in the bathroom. You have any idea how hard it was to run plumbing to that room for a crapper?”

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6 comments

  1. I love tiny cottages. If I could turn back time, I would live on a wooded area, in a small 1 bedroom cottage, maybe even looking hobbit-like and surrounded by a small colorful garden. It would have a small all purpose area/kitchen to the side, and a bathroom. My husband thinks the same way these days. It is funny how the older we get the less we need to make us happy 🙂

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