I've tried for days to think of something thought-provoking, or inspirational, or - hey - just funny, to share with you. Nothing. Nada. Not. a. thing.
"I got nothing." (More on this atrocious yet humorous use of the English language in a future post.)
Whoa! Did I actually just say I already had material for another post? Maybe my dry spell is about to end just as I'm about to admit that my creative flow must have taken a very hasty and unplanned vacation because I've had nothing of substance to offer.
So - it it's okay - I'll just share the trivial, yet meaningful. How's that for a compromise?
Last August I blogged about writing spaces. I interviewed and collected pics of office photos from twelve of my writing friends and posted them, secretly getting a thrill out of "seeing" where all the inspiration takes place.
Fast forward to the present and I'm now sitting in my newly put-together office, tucked away in a corner bedroom of our new house. Now since I've always officed out of our bedroom, you may be wondering why THIS room rates blog-worthiness. Well - for starters - there is no BED in here!
It is an honest-to-goodness, office-only, writing space. For me. Just me.
To say that I'm loving this space would be a HUGE understatement but, because this is a blog and because I'm currently suffering from proper word retrieval, let's just say that...I'm lovin' it! During the daytime, natural sunlight filters in, bathing the room in a soft, almost translucent, light. And at night, my many lamps lend a homey, cheerful place that my son and his friends enjoy hanging out in.
Ooops. That's right, it's suppose to be MY space, right? But I have to say that I love having my family get as much enjoyment from it as I do. Even if that does mean that Jorge and his pals take over my computer, desk, and guest chairs many evenings!
While I write, or email, or do research, or pay bills, I am completely surrounded by things that inspire me. Photos of my family. My journal that my friend, Bonnie, made for me. A Kristin Schobert original painting. And books. Lots and lots and lots of...books! But one very special one, The Greatest Salesman in the World, has a place of prominence on my desk, where it is always very visible to me.
And there you have it. The 5 cent tour of the office of Staci Wilder. Just as soon as my scrapbook work station is set up in one corner of the room, I'll be live with pics and pans from there as well.
Until then...or until something creative decides to give me another chance, I'm signing off and going to grab a Diet Coke.
Toodles, y'all.
Saving Grace
For Such a Time as This
Waking Emma
These Things We Hold
Great post! You oughta ramble more often! Hey... we don't need much substance! This was a great "in the mind and life of Staci Wilder!" If this is what you got when "you got nothing" then I can't wait to read when you got something! Love ya!
Posted by: Rochelle | June 11, 2007 at 11:01 AM
Looks like a great space. Nice and spacious. Looks like a place where the creative juices can flow!
Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: Carey | June 11, 2007 at 03:47 PM
Knowing how you are about pillows... the 4 pillows on the floor under the window CRACK ME UP! :D
Soooooooooooo when do I get to see this in person?????????
Are we scrapping at your place, Ro's, or mine???? :D
Posted by: Denise | June 11, 2007 at 04:20 PM