I popped in to Dreampunk Geek’s blog as a courtesy visit to thank her for a kind comment on one of my #Flashmo stories. Of course, once I was there, I discovered she was exactly my kind of person: creative, artistic, marching to the beat of her own drummer, and a writer to boot.
When I saw her post about her writing space, I immediately asked if she’d allow me to share it here with ya’ll and she was gracious enough to say “yes!” The following is a reblog of her original post (found here):
My writing place isn’t ideal. I have a desktop PC on a small, cluttered desk. It sits in my bedroom past the foot of the bed and faces the bathroom. Between my chair and bed is my (embarrassingly) dirty laundry on the floor where my dog Peaches likes to lay and sleep. She was a rescue from the pound and can’t hear. When I want to get up my hand automatically reaches down to check if she is on the dirty laundry, give her a pet, and then I stand, careful not to step on her head.
My husband has a lot of health problems. Lately he hasn’t been sleeping at night because he is in too much pain. This means that he sleeps during the day when I am awake and trying to write. The room stays very dark and quiet to try and allow him some rest. My chair squeaks loudly at the slightest movements, so I try to stay still. This makes my shoulders stiff from sitting and typing too long, but I don’t mind.
Sometimes my black cat Barrons (also a rescue from the pound) or little dog Princess keep my lap warm while I write. Sometimes the cat throws things off my desk “accidentally.”
I don’t mind any of this. It is my special place. My desk. Sanctuary. Place of creativity. Place to write.
My favorite thing about my writing place is my husband. When he wakes up he mumbles “I love you.” to me in a half asleep daze. It is the first thing he says. Sometimes I wonder if he does it when I’m at work too, just hoping I’m there. It wouldn’t surprise me if he did.