I'm also sharing my writing space and chaotic routine (what routine? I have a routine? I'm suppose to have a routine?)
Onwards to my cave...
First my actual desk then if you could turn around you would see behind me my reading corner and another area I like to work in.
Everything here keeps me smiling and reminds me to have fun. Oh, those sunset shots, yes I took them myself right out the window behind my keyboard. No, I can't play the keyboard, but that doesn't stop me from trying and having more fun.
The picture to the right...rounded door frames and hallways...I bought that at IKEA because it haunts me and makes me ask...where do they lead; who's hiding in the shadows; what would happen if...
The bowl under my screen...below the glass orange ball...contains stones and crystals. Not only am I a very visual person; I'm a very touchy-feeling object person.
The desk is my mom's. I'm fifty and she's had this desk since she was sixteen, I'll let you assume the age of it. Some have comment about restaining it. Nope, I like worn edges and tops. Little nicks and scratches. It shows the love and endurance.
Moving to my reading corner. The furball's perch, my stool for playing guitar...attempts at playing guitar. Pics from MICHAEL'S we had plak'd. My Nanny's chair...yes, it's like curling up with her when I was small and she would read to me. The CD rack holds drawing instruments...again I can't draw but I don't let that stop me. Along with my journal and other writing notebooks.
Next up...my routine.
I don't think I have one, really. I tend to come here and wing it. Pretty much how I write my fiction...by the seat of my pants. I know what needs doing by when, but what needs doing even before that. And if I get stuck or mind-blinded by one item, I move on to a new item. Mornings are normally good for emails as they can take the most time. From about noon or one to three I tend to edit or read or blog. My alarm goes off at three to remind me to pick up my daughter from the bus LOL. Then I might be back up here five-ish or six-ish for a bit...more edits. More reviewing.
Personal writing...if we're talking my own fiction, well, uhm, yeah, that's a whole other ballgame and one I'm starting to cover on my own blog. Let's just say I'm my own worse enemy on that confidence level.
It could appear so easy to get so much done because I'm a stay-at-home-working-from-home mom, but it's not. Family life and life in general makes the same demands on me as out-of-home-working moms and dads and non-parents. There are interruptions from well-meaning people who don't have the experience of what working from home demands...family is pretty well trained.
Then there's my own guilt. Maybe I should be out there working. I should have the house perfectly spotless cause I'm home. I'm working? This is working...doesn't feel like work, so I must be doing it wrong. I must not be doing it correctly, better recheck. Am I spending enough time working? I've been sitting how long at the computer...dang no wonder my butt's asleep and I have to pee.
Would I change anything? Nope, nada, never! Are you crazy? I love every single second of this creative madness. Now if you'll excuse me, I have more edits to finish and then review blogs to update and there's a story creeping in my head and...