In a manner of speaking.
I changed towns this past month. It’s only a three hour change. Four, if you count the time zone…
|One stuffed bookshelf.|
After M-Day, I took a week’s hiatus from just about everything, save the biomechanical actions that support my existence, and I’ve spent the last week getting the new apartment set up, beginning with the kitchen and (not really) ending with my “office” (so named because I’ll be working the day job from home) slash writing/creative space.
First came the usual accoutrements: the desk, computer, printer, bookshelves. Then a few extras by way of the old television, Playstation2 and the CD/Record Player.
And, lastly, came the decor.
|The view from my desk chair.
Yes, I am a little Joker-happy.
I like chaotic order when it comes to decorating my writing space. I want to stimulate my visual senses. (And occasionally my tactile and olfactory senses as well, but pillows and incense typically aren’t as interesting to post about.)
Anyway. I want pictures and posters and random odds and ends. Things with sentimental value, beautiful things, and ghastly-pretty things. So, I’ve filled my space with all of the above.
Still more live in other rooms.
And I’m sure they’ll be more to come as I finish unpacking the last few boxes.
So, tell me: what is your writing space like?