Sunday Sunday

Oh, I know, its supposed to be Monday Monday…. but today has been filled with house cleaning. DH is a cleaning nazi. But he washed the carpets and the sofa and chair, so there’s good out of his moods. Now its 7:30 and I’m still cooking dinner. At least we had a nice day yesterday, despite the rain. We went out to eat and shopped. Now we’re broke. Such is life.

And now I’m just settling down to get some writing done. I just wish I had a quiet, private office. My desk, at the moment, consists of the dining room table. I’m working on my laptop because my kids have rediscovered Sims on my desktop. And the kids are hyped. How does one work under such conditions? I remember reading a book on how to be a writer (I actually have several, but this was my first and now most dogeared copy), the author recommended setting up a writing space, complete with flowers, smelly candles, quiet romantic music, a beautiful view…anything that would help with the writing process (this was a how to write a romance book). I had lovely dreams of having such a place, maybe with a view of a garden or a forest, something inspiring. How in the world did I go from that to the dining room table surrounded by hyper kids, a tv in the background, and no view whatsoever (unless I move the laptop to another desk, then I can have a view of the road).

A writing space was so little to ask for.

Wasn’t it?

Where do you write? Where are you most inspired? What is your ideal writing space of your dreams?


2 thoughts on “Sunday Sunday

  1. As soon as I was done showing off to my friends on some of my Yahoo groups my internet went down last night. I haven’t had a chance to post it yet… but I’m going to post it now. 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s