I’ve been working as a consulting editor for the Royal Academy of Letters for almost a decade, most of that time from home. But since 2006 I’ve had an office at Academy headquarters in a quiet part of Stockholm. This is very good for alleviating the isolation of a non-affiliated scholar. But the actual room I’ve been in had its upsides and downsides. It’s part of a museum on the premises, which meant that while I did have the world’s gayest tiled stove, I unfortunately also had to use a little 19th century writing desk designed for a petite lady. Furthermore, I always had to get out before the museum’s alarm system was activated.
On New Year’s Day my consulting gig turned steady. And now I’ve got a new office: a bigger room with a better desk. Temporarily I’ll be sharing it with my old thesis supervisor. Instead of a window to the north-east, I now wave a balcony to the west. Sadly, though, my new tiled stove has none of the fabulous flamboyance I’m used to.