This blog hop about writer’s writing spaces was started by Cate Russell-Cole
~ where do they work and
~ what can’t they write without?
I’ve posted my writing space before. It’s still a mess. It is a corner of my combination den and dining room. My husband’s desk sits to the left of mine and sometimes we bump rolling chairs when he is home. My doggies are often under the desk, keeping my feet warm.
I have neon lights on above the desk. This one shows a man in a sombrero sitting on a key. It means Siesta Key, where my husband lived as a teen. The pennant is hiding the Miller Light sign under the palm tree to keep my husband from craving a beer.
While I sit at my desk to write, there is a lot more thinking than writing most days and I sit on the porch to do that. I have a corner of an old ragged wicker sofa where I’m comfortable. I also read out there, often into the night. The towels are there because I am in and out of the pool. Sorry about the brown, straggly palm tree. It was once green and lush. The County Extension Office told me to spray soapy water on it to kill a white fungus that was attacking it. It killed the fungus, but it nearly killed the palm. There is some new growth, so I’m leaving it alone to heal itself.
This is my view from my spot on the sofa. My tropical garden on the other side of the pool. I call it The Jungle. It inspires me to write regional fiction like the neon palm tree and waves do over my desk. Writing involves a lot of thinking, so I am out here as much as I am at my desk. Thank goodness for ceiling fans. It’s my private oasis in the midst of Orlando and has a twenty foot greenwall and an eight foot privacy fence so I can swim nude. Sometimes, I bring the bird out so I can listen to him sing.
What I can’t do without? Coffee, lots and lots of coffee. I keep a pot going all day then top it off with an ice cold margarita at night followed by a handful of psychotropic meds. It’s what keeps me sane. The chemical cocktail surging through me from morning till bedtime is surely a significant factor in my capacity for creativity. With my mental disorder, you don’t want to know me 100% sober.
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