A recent post by aliquot featured photos of famous desks. And it got me thinking about all the writers here on OS.
Where do you write?
What does your space look like?
What surrounds you in your writing space?
What kind of environment do you need when you are writing?
Do you listen to music?
Do you prefer a quiet space?
Do you eat or drink while writing?
I'll start. Feel free to join in if you'd like.
I write in my home office space and I feel quite lucky to have a space of my own. My desk is an old office one that my in-laws gave us years ago and I like it because it is L shaped and has a lot of surface space. My computer is an HP Pavilion a1640n and is 5 years old. Even though 5 years is old in technology years, I have no complaints. I'd love to have a laptop too, but I'm not going to get greedy.
This little Internet Angel sits on top of my computer. My mother was a strong believer in angels and collected many figurines over the years. I have had it perched here ever since she gave it to me many Christmases ago. Seeing the tag with her handwriting is both comforting and inspiring to me. Since Alzheimer's has robbed her of so many things I like this reminder of her near me. And she always wrote in green ink just like on this tag. On the back of the tag it says:
Help me log on
Guide me as
Bless my down-
Keep my browser
May my website
let not my password
line connection clear
and tech support
It is from Abbey Press catalog, but no author is listed for me to credit.
I have received some correspondance from Open Salon members via the United States Postal Service. I keep them stashed next to my John Lennon In His Own Write for inspiration. I also have my mother's volumes of poetry in the black plastic holder you see. All the Post-It tabs you see there are either poems of Mom's that I have posted on OS and written about, or ones that I plan to write about in the future.
My desk faces a window looking out into the front yard and our street. I enjoy that because when I'm composing a sentence I will often stare outside as I gather my thoughts. I also enjoy watching weather changes through the window. For Christmas we had lights in our almond trees and I gaze at them every night while sitting at my computer.
I have a tablet I jot notes down on for ideas for upcoming things I might want to write about later.
Sometimes when I'm pausing and thinking I'll grab a little Burt's Bees Cuticle Balm or Lip Balm. Maybe it's a stall tactic. But I love the smell and feel of it. And my cuticles are looking pretty darn good!
I sometimes like to burn a candle as I write and my sweet friend Carol gave me this beautiful one for Christmas.The scent is called Sugar Cookie and it is delightful. Although right now it's kind of making me hungry for something sweet...
Music often accompanies me as I write. Especially if I'm writing a piece based on a particular artist I listen to him/her/them while writing. I have a lot of music stored on my computer so it's easy to access it. Right now I'm listening to Pablo Cruise. Anyone remember that band?
I don't usually eat while I write but I often have coffee in the morning or water at other times of the day and night. While I enjoy a nice glass of red wine, I can not write and imbibe at the same time. That's a recipe for disaster. I'm a cheap date-one glass does me in. I have this same mug pictured below. I got one for each of my three sisters and all our names are on it. My sisters are not Carrie, Amy, and Cindy. I use it almost every morning, and since it's in the dishwasher right now I settled for a Google image.
My four best friends took me to a shooting range two years ago for my birthday. I have my target from that night pinned on my office wall behind the door. It was the first time I had ever fired a hand gun. I have to admit--I felt powerful. When I need a boost I look at that target. The girls called me Rambo that night.
A few years ago after taking several rides on the back of a motorcycle I developed a strong urge to learn how to ride. So I took a weekend long class and learned how to ride and got my motorcycle license at the DMV. My 4 best friends-yes, the same ones that took me to the shooting range-gave me a theme birthday party that year.That's me on the Harley Fat Boy in leathers and a helmet in the picture frame. I wish I could say they were mine, but they belong to my daughters in-laws, the ones responsible for my immediate infatuation with the roar of the bikes. I pictured hubby & I riding into the sunset, but, alas, he did not share my enthusiasm for all things Harley. I look at this little shelf in my office with these mementos and use them to remind me to always try something new. It's one of the things that got me to write in the first place.
My little corner suits me just fine. OK, now it's your turn. Where do you write?
“My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.”