Pamela nominated me to take part in the Workspace Blog Hop, sharing where we each work and write. For me there is no spectacular space, just the small corner of the living room that has become my focus. The desk and sideboard, once upon a time, were a modern ‘Welsh dresser’ that was converted to fit in the corner as an occasional space to work. At that point in time it mattered more that the place looked tidy. Comfort took second place; I didn’t spend that much time at the keyboard after all. It was only temporary.
Several years on, that temporary measure is possibly the most uncomfortable desk in the world. My kneecaps sit nicely on the shelf in the centre but as my feet don’t quite touch the floor, the lower shelf does, at least, give me a convenient toehold. I dream of spacious desks and big, padded, leather chairs… footrests and space…
That centre shelf, by the way, doubles as the gym. It generally holds an assortment of Ani’s toys, stuffed under there periodically throughout the day by a hopeful small dog who has worked out that even when I am typing away I may be induced to throw a ball or squeak a stuffed toy if they are placed within reach.
On the desk itself there are, even given the restricted space, a variety of crystals I have been gifted, a photo or two that make me smile, reference and notebooks, and a small door through which I can escape. There are also candles. I like to write by candlelight rather than putting the lights on in the evening, and the phone is always handy.
Also within reach is a window onto the garden for
procrastinating inspiration, the odd book or two and the kettle for the necessary coffee. And usually a small dog for company, comfort, exercise and dietary assistance (she eats everything). She also doubles as a footrest.
The back door stands almost permanently open, day and night, just behind me. I can hear the birds sing and the flutter of their wings as Ani chases them out of her garden.
On the other hand, I have bits of paper, notebooks and pens in every conceivable nook and cranny these days from handbag to bathroom. You never know when you might come up with something after all and need to write it down before it vanishes!