A [Space] of One's Own

The desk that we found at a yard sale was supposed to be chic counter space and hallway decor; however, last night it became my writing space.  Writing at home just became possible as I face the wall so I don't become distracted by the household chores.

I armed myself with headphones to drown out the activity surrounding me.  It's cozy and is exactly what I needed.  A map of our journeys is plastered above me to remind me of stories I've collected along the way.

Journals to which I've submitted hang on my wall.  They will either come down or stay up depending on rejection on acceptance.  Quotes from my children offer inspiration taped with washi tape to the wall in front of me.

A candle sets the mood and the reason for it all sits right beside it, a frame with my children's names on it. Loose leaf paper is the only way I write these days.  Journals have become too cramped.  Drafts hang behind the candle.  Call it superstitious.

I'm sure the space will evolve.  Right now I'm just elated to have it and use it.  Happy writing, friends.  Do you have a space?  What does it look like?

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