It is impossible to discourage the real writers – they don’t give a damn what you say, they’re going to write. ~Sinclair Lewis
On a typical Sunday afternoon, you can find me on the sofa (or couch for my American and Canadian friends). As I sit here typing on my woefully underpowered netbook (I will get a better one at some point); my curiosity peaks about where us bloggers, well – blog?
For me – This is the only workspace available in the house. Sorry, about the blurriness it was taken on the Blackberry. My cat always sits at the back, lazily peering out and she often stretches, yawns and then gives me an almighty sulky stare. Especially as the feline shaped area on my lap is otherwise occupied with a netbook.
The house isn’t tiny, my husband has an office which is full of his stuff – files and folders everywhere, it even smells of him. Which is not a bad thing you understand – he smells wonderful. I think it’s one of the reasons I married him.
Another problem is timing; if I were to sequester a corner of HIS area, I would come in and go upstairs to the office to write, leaving him a writing widower. At least in my little workspace, he can still see me, I am still present in the room, although probably elsewhere in my head. He does occasionally pipe up about the click clack of keys or my muttering. Especially whilst watching some really appalling T.V. You see reader, I married a man who doesn’t do fiction in any form.
But the man who doesn’t read, gave this woman a view, so that maybe she could write.
What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that a writer is working when he’s staring out of the window. ~Burton Rascoe
So where do you write your blog? Do you have a special place reserved for your musings, writing your poetry or short? I’d love to hear about it, as always comments welcome.