Have you got a place where you do most or all of your writing? Care to share? For me, it's my bedroom. It's upstairs, has a wooden floor and slanted roof, and it's rather dark there, which I love. A simple table in front of the window, with plastic covering the lower half of the window so I can only see the clouds, while sitting down and don't get distracted by buildings and people. Normally I have a stack of books there as I sometimes read there as well, or just for reference. Since it wasn't there when I went up to take the pic, they're not in the pic. The cd-player is rarely used, and, so I just found out - possibly broken add a fresh cup of coffee to the pic and it's complete. There's a bookcase next to the desk, on the right, and pics on the wall of two Dutch writers I admire. Top right on the desk are my notebooks, bottom left is a book I've been reading, Martha Nussbaum's Frontiers of Justice. I usually write in longhand (I love that word, by the way), and edit when and if I type it into the computer. Since I love this spot so much, and hate the humm of my desktop computer, I'd love to have a very quiet laptop so I could edit my stuff upstairs as well. Can't afford it, however. Anyway, I hope you share a pic of your place.
No pix, but a description. Mostly at one of those desks with the adjustable shelf for the keyboard (though I tend to keep the keyboard on my lap). Low bookshelf to my left with, as of now, three bonsai on the top shelf (I rotate them from the garden to indoors for variety). Couple of big west-facing windows for some really interesting sunsets in the winter months. To my right is the door to the yard, which is currently open to get a cross-breeze from the windows. Haven't needed a/c since a couple of freakishly hot days in early June. Occasionally, just to get my butt out of the desk chair, I'll switch to a little no-frills laptop, especially if I'm traveling, or if I need to concentrate instead of frittering away my time online.
Where I write best is sitting on a bed, back against the headboard. Wooden sleigh bed, black sheets, two pillows. A single lightbulb hangs from the barely spinning ceiling fan. Dark curtains hang over dusty blinds and cobwebbed windows. In the back of your ears, the music of Styx or Pat Benatar is thrumming constantly. A cheap clipboard, an opened pack of looseleaf laid to the side, and a mechanical pencil are the focus of your attention. On a nearby bookshelf sits a list of various paperback fiction. An entire slanted shelf is dominated by thin manga and the works of Neil Gaiman. Resting on the top of the shelf is a gently fizzing two-liter of Cherry Coke, sitting next to a bubbling shot glass of the same. The faint smells of soda and jasmine incense linger in the air. One foot slides off the bed, landing on soft carpet and brushed by a messenger bag lying on the floor. If I'm actually writing, I'm usually on someone's computer. Planning, or even prewriting, I prefer to do on hand.
this is my desk. It's where I'm sitting right now, actually, and it's where I do most of my writing (Because my handwriting is horribly sloppy)
This is my computer desk. I work on final versions of stuff here, using Word. I work out ideas in those blank books I talked about in another thread, and those I write in pretty much anywhere. You can see which page I'm looking at.
Of course I assume that tissue box is for blowing your nose and not blowing your.... Well you get the idea.
