Almost every book I’ve ever read about writing, whether it was for school or for creative writing, said you need a writing space, something that is your very own whether it is a corner somewhere or a room of your own. We’re not all lucky enough to have our very own room…A study or an office or a craft room or whatever. I had one, but then my son moved in with us to go to college and our guest room became his room and my study became the guest room so that Mr. Rockstar’s daughter or my daughter had a place to sleep when they’re over. Granted, I could have left my desk in that room but I wouldn’t have felt comfortable using it while they were over. So we turned the dining room into my very own space
We rarely used the kitchen table so that part wasn’t a big deal. However, the dining room is positioned almost perfectly in the middle of the house. It is just off the living room, adjacent to the kitchen and hallway. So I have absolutely no privacy when I am in my space. Needless to say, I use my area while my husband is at work and my son is at work or at school. There are times when I use it when they are home, but I try to take advantage of the time when I have the house all to myself.
Creativity has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was little I played school teacher or book club or journalist when most people were pretending to playing with Barbie’s or GI Joe’s. I used GI Joe or Barbie to be the audience and I was either the school teacher, the writer or the newspaper journalist and they were my audience/pupils/etc. I read books to them. I showed them pictures and told them what I wanted in regard to where it go in the newspaper we were going to publish, I wrote short stories and read them to them. Barbie was often dressed up in GI Joe’s clothes with a little camera she held for when she was out in the field taking pictures. GI Joe was teaching school to a bunch of teen Barbie’s so they could become photo journalists or writers. (No, I didn’t dress GI Joe up in Barbie’s clothes. Barbie wore his clothes because they didn’t make camouflage for Barbie back in the 70’s.
So when I grew out of that stage, I set up my desk and my bookcase so that I could write or read. And I put pictures and other stuff around me that inspired me, and I’ve been doing that since then. I’ve had a bookcase since I was about seven or eight years old. Two of the bookcases (a matching set) were passed down to me by my Momo (my paternal grandmother). They’ve followed me every place I’ve ever lived.
Here are some pictures of my space or what surrounds my space. I tend to gravitate towards having books around me, as well as pictures, quotes, knick-knacks or what not’s, artwork, candles, and lots of creative clutter (lol). I would really like to pain the walls in the house, each room a different color but keeping some kind of cohesive whole. I’ll figure out the colors soon. Though, I’m not looking forward to moving all the furniture around to paint. I love the painting part, but not all the other stuff. I think I’ll start soon.