I finally have it. A huge desk with lot of space, green tea walls, a wall of bookcases, and light from a second story window…
People doing this are also doing these things:
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afternoon light
windows
floor to ceiling books
a table to spread out projects or to write
an editing station for the mac
a chaise or bed to lie down and read
music
my photographs in frames on the walls
all my saints gathered in one place
a place for my stationary and calligraphy pens
Ok, so Ginny dear was talking specifically about a woman’s need for self-identity, but I think we could all use a space that we can call our own. I’d surround myself with all the kitchy things that my wife won’t let in the house, I’d listen to my music, and I’d write or contemplate or whatever in the privacy of myself.


