A friend of mine at Booktrope recently suggested I blog about my workspace. Until last summer, I didn’t really have one. I tend to keep a dictaphone or notebook with me at all times, just in case a scene popped into my head while I was out and about. I write anywhere and everywhere.
But last summer, I got it in my head that I wanted a writing room. And, since I am surrounded by boys, I wanted it to be pretty and feminine. And clean.
So I got in and started painting. My sister and I even made a bed for the nights I stay up too late writing. My husband hand painted the headboard.
My sister made me the coolest lamp on the planet.
My room was complete, and it was perfect.
Somehow, over time, my boys started migrating to my writing room. My oasis became the hang-out spot.
And then the cat we took in had kittens in my oasis, and it became a nursery.
Sigh.
They aren’t very conducive to productivity, but at least they’re cute…
