That room also has a big desk, where I can sit in more conventional style to catch up on blogs, and do some writing of my own.
But, I’m back in Michigan now, and my little room here was once my son’s bedroom, so it doubles as the guest room, the extra TV room, the place where I put things when I don’t have time to put them away, and – my “study.”
Another cozy chair awaits me, and I usually end up there with my coffee and morning pages notebook. Oddly enough, I can watch the sun rise through the window here as well. Here too, is my desk, where I sit in the same spot my son used to sit, staying up late into the night writing his own stories.
Sometimes, I dream about the “perfect desk,” a huge, antique oak desk, with lots of drawers and a hutch over top filled with niches for some of my favorite photos, objets d’art and keepsakes. I’d have lots of room to pile books, propped open on some of their most inspirational pages. Of course, this desk would be in front of a wide open window, preferably with a view of a crystal clear lake, where the ebb and flow of the water could serve as background music to my musings.
In reality, though, I’ve found it doesn’t much matter where I write. Last night, killing time in the airport when our flight was delayed, I ended up writing my haiku for this week’s One Deep Breath. When I’m lucky enough to be “in the zone,” that place where words and ideas are flowing faster than I can transfer them to the page, I’m completely unaware of my surroundings, which could easily be “the opposite of fancy” as Desai describes her apartment.
So, how about you? Where are some of the places you’ve been writing lately?