It’s not exactly a palace.
But it’s a step up from the pit. With a penthouse view. Where I can look down on the fields.
I used to work in the dungeon. The furnace room. In the basement. Where I could look up at some face staring at me. A possum. A woodchuck. A raccoon. A skunk. Or a cat. Some critter that sought refuge under our porch. Nose pressed to window. Only one made it inside, though. King Kobe.
Now I work two floors up. In the room where my son slept for 20-plus years. In the room where my husband slept for 20-plus years. At the top of the house. On the north side of this 150-plus-year-old farmhouse. Where it gets cold in the winter and hot in the summer. Where the floor slopes just so, so that I often have to hook my leg around the desk leg when I work to keep from rolling out the door and down the stairs.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
But it’s mine. All mine! A real writing studio. I’m on top of the world.
And I don’t need to worry about looking up to see a face out the window. I only have to worry about jumping out the window if my heater or fan or ‘puter or another of my many electrical devices catches fire. Or if someone sneaks up behind me while I’m engrossed in my writing world.
There’s a bit more clutter here than you’d expect given the dump truck mentality I’ve described in my other blog. But almost everything has some meaning and provides inspiration.
Let me take you on a brief tour. Or not so brief.
Loved it! Absolutley loved it! You are surrounded by tokens of love, hope, faith & beauty. The views that you have are magnificant. Thanks for sharing this part of you with us:)
~Peace & Love~
Melinda
In the first picture, the window, not the cat, on the left, do you see those 2 little cards? YOU sent me those. 🙂
Just when I thought I didn't have a tear left in me from this week…
I love this, Sandy! I have an old table in the living room. It butts up to the center sofa on the left, and the cats sit atop the sofa back and beg my attention. On the right is the glass patio doors overlooking the pond. (Guess what? I keep binoculars on my desk too!)
One thing I don't have in here is privacy, but with the fireplace on the left wall and the wildlife out the right windows, I don't complain.
I love your writing room. I wish I had one like that. Maybe someday.
@Melinda: Did you recognize the chocolate? Aren't you proud that I haven't eaten it ALL yet?
@Linda: When we were in Georgia, I had a desk behind the sofa! The fireplace was in front of me, and a big glass patio door that opened to a yard filled with pine trees, dogwoods, and azaleas was to my left!
@Tamera: Thanks for visiting! I feel blessed to finally have a pleasant place after 20 years in the hole! 😉
Snady,
Just let me know when you need replenishing…I got "connections to get you more confections"{GRINS}
I love it so much, Snady. It is all so well thought out and full of inspiration.
Once upon a time I had a special writing area in our great room. When we moved I gave all of my furniture to my Mom for her study.
Any writing I do now is from our bed. I earned two degrees there, writing what felt like millions of words, so I can't complain.
Your writing room is absolutely beautiful. You've done a wonderful job. The inspiration it provides is already so evident in your writings for this year. May God continue to bring inspiration and anointing upon every word!
Hugs!
PS: What? Our friend Melinda sends you confections…and has connections? Hmmm…
@Melinda #1: Deal!
@Melinda #2: I so admire your persistence and look forward to another million words! Thanks for your encouragement, love, and prayers. And the confections? Purely medicinal.
Lovely! And I don't see hide nor hair of any dust bunnies!
Ha! That's cuz I'm not as brave as you are. I corraled them in the closet. And I'm not taking pictures today!
Sandra, just stumbled across your blog and I love your room! Thank you for sharing….I write at my kitchen computer but I would dearly love a room like yours….Lori
Welcome, Lori! Lately, I've been dragging the laptop down to the living room, to a soft leather chair, to catch a window breeze, and write and surf during baseball inning breaks. 😉
Oh I love seeing what you see, getting to visit where you are when you’re here! Thank you for sharing, Sandra!
And I loved your place as well. 😀
I want to know how you hid your cords!! I hate all the crap under my desk!
Hi, Robin. There’s one of those power strips hiding behind the silk plants. 😉
I haven’t figured out yet what to do with the ones I can still see.
I really need to edit this post. It didn’t transfer over from my other blog so well . . .
I love it and all the meaningful details you keep to inspire you. I also have a room of my own to write in. You have inspired me to put up a similar blog post. Not today, but soon. I’ll link back to this when I post it.
Cool! And thanks. Do remember to link or let me know somehow. I love seeing everyone else’s “digs.”