Where I Write

    My writing space is in a cozy corner of my living room situated right next to the flat screen television.  I have my desktop computer on top of a big, ole desk.  Right in front of the keyboard is the only bare place where the light colored wood can be seen.  The picture you see at the right is of my desk the day I got my computer and was forced to clean the clutter off to set it up.  Needless to say, the neat and clean look didn't last long.

     I am ashamed to admit that the rest of my desk is in semi-organized chaos.  Cluttered with papers reminding me of this and that, writing prompts, times to pick my kids of from school, bills that should be paid but haven’t been yet, and since Halloween my stash of left over Halloween candy.

     There are pictures of my husband and me and a multitude of pens.  I have a red binder that holds all my completed zentangles that were fortunate to escape the clutches of the trash bin.  You will find a spray bottle filled with alcohol to clean the smudges from my glasses, assorted screwdrivers, and my tomato pin cushion.  While I straighten it up on occasion, most of the time it is as I have described.  It is said that a cluttered desk is the sign of a genius.  If that is the case, I must be right up there with Einstein!

     A hair brush, hand sanitizer, and two rocks that were gifts with etchings of a Boston terrier dog and a sleeping cat surround my keyboard.  It is a mess plain and simple, but it is my mess and believe it or not some of my best ideas are born in this cluttered, cozy place.  I have a good idea where everything I need is even if I have to search a bit to find it.