Moving into my new apartment has really improved my writing. It's fascinating how the little things have helped me out. Like, having unobstructed wall space.
(It's an mass-plosion of plotting Post-its.)
And having my own desk. Technically, I've had one for my whole college career, but actually building my own desk--
(from this)
(to this)
-- has somehow made me really excited about plopping my rear-end down for hours of writing.
Of course, hours of writing turns into surfing the net, reading my many books in the to-get-to pile, and other neglected objects d' interest.
However, not tonight. Tonight I have paint fume headache, and am going happily off into TV land to rest my aching mind.
CSI here I come.
Write now:
What I'm listening: About to plug in to the dulcet tones of Gil Grissom
What I want most: this headache to go away. The Tylenol to kick in. And the peace to be restored.
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2 comments:
I'm so happy for you to have a writing space with such good energy.
I hope the headache goes away soon.
Yes good office space is great; I'm bored with mine and I am going to change it. I'm going to be brave and do something really colorful and creative since this is the first time in my life I have a whole room with a door to write in!
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