In my own little corner, in my own little chair . . .
I can be whoever I want to be!
I’ve always loved this song from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella. It embodied everything a little girl could possibly imagine, and this is the problem my parents would have when they tried to discipline me by having me sit in the corner.
When I worked at Chick-Fil-A, I was always in the drive-thru, which was essentially the corner. It was then that I started joking that it was my own little corner, and in many ways it was where I could still zone out and work efficiently. Now, I have what I truly consider my own little corner, complete with its own little chair.
This is my writing corner. The pink chair was a gift from my best friend’s parents shortly after my husband and I married. The posters, etc, are just what I’ve collected over a little bit of time.
My writing corner is where I can sit and not be distracted. I can’t see the TV from it, but I can see anything the cat might potentially get into. The only thing it’s missing is an ottoman, so if anyone has one to spare . . . 😀
I’m seriously considering moving the filing cabinet to right underneath the window, because the bottom drawer is my writing drawer anyway. I usually tend to do my bill-paying, mail sorting, etc in that chair that too, so the filing cabinet there would make perfect sense. I also wouldn’t have to move that far anytime I needed to look up something from a past/potential story.
That bookcase has all of my writing books on it. And all of my cookbooks and board games, but oh well :). Someday I’ll have a kitchen counter with room for the cookbooks on it . . .
Getting back on topic, though. My writing corner is someplace I’ve found in the house where I can work without distraction. I have almost everything I need for writing (reference books, story notes, trash can, a flat spot to set things) right at my fingertips. The only thing I need over there is my filing cabinet, and I really need an ottoman. I have to be able to put my feet up!
And last, but not least, there is a comfortable chair (when I’m not forced to ‘share’ it with the cat), and I’m surrounded by inspiration. Taped to the side of the bookcase, right where I can see it, is this:
I found this print at the Renaissance Faire on my birthday, when I went with my friend Mrs. C . I had been thinking about getting another print (the subject was a ‘bookwyrm’), and then I stumbled across this one. I loved the bookwyrm print, but this one . . .
This one was perfect. It went with the colors in my writing corner. She has that wistful look in face that says she’s not really there, but somewhere else. I get that look many times. And there’s a butterfly tattoo on her chest (hello, a tattooed fairy? Awesome!), and have I mentioned that I absolutely love butterflies?
Do you have a special spot where you write? What’s it like?