It's IWSG Day. The goal of this blog hop is to share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without
fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire
can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure
writers of all kinds. IWSG is the brainchild of Alex Cavanaugh, our brilliant ninja leader. To find a list of contributors with links to their posts, click here. Co-Hosts for December: J.H. Moncrieff, Tonja Drecker , Patsy Collins, and Chrys Fey.
This month's optional IWSG Day question: What are five objects we'd find in your writing space?
You’d think this would an easy one to answer, but at the moment, my writing space is barren.
There’s a laptop, of course, and a printed manuscript, but that’s it. Call it enforced
neatness, but my desk is a drop-leaf table in our living room, and well—we just
hosted Thanksgiving. Numbers for the holiday have ranged from a low of 19
(this year) to as many as 33, and to seat the crew we line up tables through the dining room
well into the living room. My desk becomes a casualty to the effort.
And, yes, I know we’re almost two
weeks beyond T-day, but Christmas follows and I’m married to St. Nick’s son.
(Just kidding…though my father-in-law’s name was Nicholas.) Truly, my husband
IS Mr. Christmas and my desk has been relocated to its annual spot away from
the window to make space for one of three, yes three trees! We’ll end up
hosting smaller numbers for Christmas Day dinner, easily fitting around the dining room table, but it seems appropriate to
keep my desk neat for the season.
As a result, my stack of notebooks,
the printed drafts filled with edits from my writer’s group, my list of books
to be read, the cup with my daughter’s initials on it filled with pens, pencils
and a salt-crusted card with my Twitter password, all sit on a bench in my
bedroom. Under the bench I’ve tucked the Himalayan sea salt lamp I “won” last Christmas in a
Yankee Swap… which I discovered melts in the humidity (hence the
salt-crusted card above). Supposedly, the negative salt ions released by
heating the lamp boost blood flow, improve sleep and increase levels of
serotonin. I don’t know whether it really works, but I’m game to receive any
positive energy while I write—which is why I just retrieved a small rock etched with the
word “JOY”from
that pile in the bedroom. It sits by my laptop year-round--a stone for
all
seasons if you will, but it fits in especially well now. The salt lamp may
remain tucked away for December, but the stone on my desk tells the
real story.
What's your writing space like?
Wishing you all a season filled with joy!
