A Room of My Own

Here below is the view outside my writing room window.


Yes, I've made myself a writing room. It's pretty bare bones. That is, no fancy decorating, nothing on the walls but the view outside the window (which is quite spectacular if you avert your eyes away from the vacant lot just under the window), nothing but a bed (which takes up about 2/3 of the room) and a white bedside table and a kitchen chair. One reason I like to use the bedside table as a computer desk for my laptop (with it pulled slightly skewed to the side so that my legs can comfortably hug the sides of the table instead of my knees bumping the front), is because I'm only 5'2" and sometimes normal computer desks are just a wee wee bit too tall so that I have to sit up stick straight and still my elbows feel a bit strained. This way it's a little on the low side and would be probably too low for anyone er...taller than 5'2". But it's shockingly comfortable even though it looks dorky. Comfortable is vital. It means the difference between saying "screw this" after only 15 minutes and getting distracted by sudoku puzzles or the internetz.

1500 words a day. That's the goal and so far there's been 3 days of stickin' to that. I'm also in extreme upheaval about my novel and goals as a writer, so much so that I'm not even sure I can talk about it...yet. This writing workshop is going to help me think through that, I suspect.