February 3; # 34 (well, mine is actually # 1, since this is my first post for the 365 days worth of Writing Prompts, but who’s counting…)
Writing room: A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
I have my very own writing room now. Thanks to my wonderful and amazing husband and daughter, and thanks to my son (who moved out because he went into the Army and is now in bootcamp). So instead of writing what I’d wish for, I thought I’d write about why my writing room is the perfect space for reading and writing and why I’m so grateful to have it.
Before I got my own writing room I was tucked away in the corner of our bedroom. Literally. See…
But now I have my very own writing room. Complete with bookcases, and I’m no longer stuck in the corner. When my son moved out to go to bootcamp for the Army I got his room to do whatever I wanted with. My husband, who is absolutely wonderful and amazing, said I could decorate it however I wanted as long as I didn’t use orange or green. So I thought about what I’d want. Red. Purple. Bright, bold creative colors. But my (step) daughter’s favorite color is also purple and she really wanted her room purple. Since I didn’t want to paint the walls red, since I’m going to paint our dining room a dark red (Carolina Gamecock’s red) I decided I’d use red as the accent color in my writing room and find a color that would go with red but wasn’t dark. I looked up the meaning of colors and found that blue hues are focus colors. I don’t like baby blue, and dark blue wouldn’t have worked, so I chose a color called Aqua Chiffon. My daughter helped me clear out most of the room and we painted. It turned out so much better than I expected. She also helped me paint the bookcases. One is charcoal gray and the other is red. I also painted parts of my desk red. There is a twin bed in the writing room for when my daughter and grandson come over. There’s plenty of room for the little man’s pack-n-play, and she can sleep in the twin bed.
As you can see the room is not finished. We just moved my red desk in there, and I’ve got a lot of work to do to finish organizing the room and my desk. My son’s stuff is in the closet for now, and his big FS TV is also in there, but once he gets that out of there I’m going to find a comfortable chair to put in that spot so I can sit and read there, or so my husband (AKA, Mr. Rockstar) can sit there and play guitar. Nothing like writing to the sound of live music. 😀 Maybe once we get the rest of the stuff with the house fixed and fixed up, and quite a few other things taken care of we could get a red leather recliner… Hmmm… I love red and Mr. Rockstar loves recliners.
But for now my son’s TV is there, and once it’s out of there I have a black rocker that will go there. Too many other things we need to do first before getting a red leather recliner, but since I’m wishing and a genie granted that wish…
Now on to being thankful.
When we first moved into the house, I wasn’t the only one who wanted a space of his/her own. My (step) daughter shares a room with her cousin. When she comes here she has her own room, but I wanted to make it hers. Really hers. A teenage girl’s room. Something she’d enjoy hanging out in, somewhere she’d feel relaxed and peaceful. So not only did it get painted purple, but I found the perfect comforter set for a 14 year old who loves stuff like peace signs, the color purple, and stuff. And here is her room…Complete with a 1 Direction poster (we’re not finished with her room either. We’ll be putting up more posters and stuff soon). I know what it’s like to need and want a small safe haven…even if it’s a corner in your bedroom or a space in the dining room or your very own writing room or bedroom. I’ve had to share a room with my daughter before, I’ve had to sleep on the couch or a pallet…Thank God I’ve always had a place to sleep though.
I’m thankful for my safe haven, to me home is where the heart is and where you feel the safest and that’s wherever my husband is…He and my family are my home! The house is only a home if you feel loved and safe there within its walls, and I do. And I want to give that very same thing to those who come into our home… A place for them to feel safe and loved, even if they’re only visiting. Having my own writing room is a blessing, but I’d gladly give it up for my family.