What's in your favorite writing place that makes you comfortable, that stirs your imagination, that gives you vivid memories or ideas?
Sure we're writers, like gunslingers, we can 'work' anywhere--on the subway, in an office waiting room, in the bathroom, but that best spot--what's there?
Top to bottom:
A clock edged in purple, redone with butterfly stickers marks time next to a black and white photo of a castle in Slovenia.
A three-tier bookshelf sitting on my table holds: top shelf: a selection of miniature copper dragons, one of wax, one of plastic, 4 bears, a mouse of clay, a lion, 2 tigers, a cat of quartz, 4 dragon-handled fantasy blades, one sword of same, and a laminated copy of my first ever sold short story.
Mid-shelf has a basket of sea rocks full of holes, notebooks, pens, and a wooden bowl with tarot cards, reading glasses, and orange sugarless gum.
Bottom shelf has the old laptop, various notes, and usually one or both cats fighting over the blanket seat on the side.
What do these do for me? Give my eyes a rest from the screen, make me smile, offer various natural surfaces to touch to break from the plastic keys.
They're all waiting for me, listening, non-judgemental, an audience, a cheering section, a future full of places where cats and dragons and wierd stones with holes in them can be in the next tale, one just like this...
Sure we're writers, like gunslingers, we can 'work' anywhere--on the subway, in an office waiting room, in the bathroom, but that best spot--what's there?
Top to bottom:
A clock edged in purple, redone with butterfly stickers marks time next to a black and white photo of a castle in Slovenia.
A three-tier bookshelf sitting on my table holds: top shelf: a selection of miniature copper dragons, one of wax, one of plastic, 4 bears, a mouse of clay, a lion, 2 tigers, a cat of quartz, 4 dragon-handled fantasy blades, one sword of same, and a laminated copy of my first ever sold short story.
Mid-shelf has a basket of sea rocks full of holes, notebooks, pens, and a wooden bowl with tarot cards, reading glasses, and orange sugarless gum.
Bottom shelf has the old laptop, various notes, and usually one or both cats fighting over the blanket seat on the side.
What do these do for me? Give my eyes a rest from the screen, make me smile, offer various natural surfaces to touch to break from the plastic keys.
They're all waiting for me, listening, non-judgemental, an audience, a cheering section, a future full of places where cats and dragons and wierd stones with holes in them can be in the next tale, one just like this...