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!
In turn I will pass this along to Alienora Taylor and Gary Vasey, should they choose and have time to join the blog hop.
I do almost all my writing in the living, often with the TV on, the dogs, Garry swirling about. I have a room that is my office, but I like being where life is happening. After all, it’s not where you work … it’s what you bring to the work. Nice 🙂
This is lovely, Sue: A delight to read and full of great images. Love the gym aspect. Thanks for passing the baton to me; I shall get the camera out! xxx
Wonderful, Ali! I already have a mental picture of your writing place from the descriptions you have given. xxx
I love how imaginative spaces are carved out by each of us whether there is space or comfort or quiet (or not). Love the pictures to see exactly what you mean.
I have an alcove in my bedroom but internet is weak there so I’ve taken over the dining-room table. My cat likes to sit close on the table on a newspaper I put down for her. I pet her now and again and then she goes off to sleep the day away.
We work where we can, don’t we? I technically have a ‘studio’ in the back bedroom for painting. In practice it is also the dining table that serves there too, with Ani quietly asleep under the big easel as a rule.
My cat follows me around. I never allowed a cat on the table before. Ever. But with this one, she wants to stay close and I figure, what the heck.
I get the same from the dog, though I draw the line at the bedroom… she snores 😉
😀 😀 😀
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