"There must be silence to hear the song,
there must be darkness to see the stars.
The dance is always danced above the hollow place,
above the terrible abyss."
Ursula LeGuinn, "The Farthest Shore"
Do you have a place where you write? A place that is especially yours? If you have one, does it support and reflect your creativity? It is inspiring and fun to make your writing place alive and organic, a shrine to your creativity, delights and passions. Gather things small and large. Pictures of people you love, flowers, rocks, toys. Choose and arrange them carefully and with love.
My writing room was my son’s room originally. When he moved out, I took over what had been his dark teenage den and transformed it into my space. I wallpapered, much to his chagrin, with lovely blue-flowered paper. Stars and moons hang from my ceiling above my computer. (I feel compelled to say I was a star and moon collector long before it became the fad!) On top of my monitor I have a little plastic windup toy of a cat in a cup as well as a statue of a lamb that I bought while touring England’s West Country; there is a small knight given to me by my son, a pin that says “magic happens,” a chakra stick given to me by my daughter, a piece of bark from a tree. On the wall to my right hangs a rain stick crossed over a sword and across the room is a Celtic Cross carved into slate that my husband bought me in England. There are pictures of my family; my favorite books are nearby and a flowering plant is on the desk. I try, but I can’t seem to keep my room neat for more than a day. Sometimes that bothers me, sometimes it doesn’t. No matter, I love this room. It is mine.
I sit here when I need peace. I curl up on the couch when I am sick, and my three cats, Al, Mushy and Jilly, have staked out their claims—Al and Mushy on the couch, Jilly by my computer or on my chair. (We have a long-standing battle as to who owns the chair!) If my golden retriever, Molly, can’t find me, she checks this room first. And last but not least, I know my characters are at home here, waiting for me to return each morning.
I have had many writing spaces over the years, everything from the dining room table to the guest room. This last space is the best I’ve ever had. I created it from the bottom up with one thought in mind: to make it mine.
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