Lately I’ve seen a lot of other writers sharing their writings desks, offices, and creative spaces. These pictures of clean desks and creatively bookish decor have made me feel a little jealous, inferior, and altogether unimaginative. I keep thinking I should really clean my office space, maybe add some creative decor, take a few pictures and show how my writing space translates into my super amazing creativity.
And then I thought, forget it. Let’s get real here. These are my true writing spaces on any given day:
I made no alterations to my desk today. It looks like this more often than not. The site of this desk makes my very organized husband itch. He’s allergic to disorder, which might mean he’s slightly allergic to me. Poor guy.
Sometimes when the mess on my desk actually bothers me, I go to our guest room and write on the bed. That’s my cat Felix. He likes to annoy me while I write.
Sometimes the couch is a nice writing space, but I have a tendency to fall asleep there.
When no one is in the house, I like to write at my kitchen table. It’s very, very old and the chairs don’t match, so it makes me feel eclectic and timeless.
Sometimes I write in my dark and creepy basement, in this ratty old chair. I don’t write here very often. I suppose I have to be in a very specific mood.
So that’s it. Maybe one day I’ll create a really beautiful creative space, but for now I’m working with what I got, and I think it’s working out okay.