This morning I worked on one of my writing projects in a coffee shop that I love. Sometimes I seek noise and bustle for inspiration; blaring music, teenagers gossiping loudly over mochas, and lawyers on their cell phones serve as a great backdrop to certain types of writing that I do. In fact, they create a kind of rhythm and energy that drives me forward.
Other times, when I want to write poetry, my first love, I need to come home to the cocoon of my workspace, surrounded by my favorite books, mementos, and flowers (yes, those are the flowers from the last post--they're holding up well).
My desk is beside a window high above an old canal. I can hear the noise of the city below, but it is muffled by the walls of the huge old mills on my street. I am safe and sound and quiet in my old wooden chair. Books are stacked and arranged . . . well, everywhere.
I keep on my desk an ever-revolving collection of flea market finds and objects from people I love. I am particularly fond of the escort card pictured above. Can you imagine a young man today presenting a girl with one of these?
My muse.The harmonica was a gift for my eighth birthday from my father. I can't play it one bit, but I always keep it on hand. You never know when inspiration (or talent) may suddenly strike. My brother gave me the amazing cat letter-opener--very Edward Gorey.
I am obsessed with stationery items--paper clips, binders, push pins, and notepads--so the cigar boxes help hide some of the clutter. In the picture below you'll find my other muse, Dill. He loves to help me write. Seriously. If I'm writing, he's right beside me, sometimes sleeping, other times simply staring at me for a very long time. It's almost like he's sending me brain waves: "Think, dammit. Be creative, girl!"
I love my desk. It's one of the places where I feel most myself, most able to create. The kitchen is a close second. Where do you love to work, create, make beautiful things? I'd love to hear about the place that inspires you to craft your best magic.