As a writer, I think WHERE you write is super important. For instance, I find that I cannot write well when I'm seated at the kitchen table, between my two children who are throwing chicken nuggets at one another. For whatever reason, I find this distracting. Go figure.
So instead, I write in my studio. I call it my 'studio' because, up until 4 months ago, I spent the majority of my time painting. (Well, let's be honest here, I spent the majority of my time eating and watching TV.) But when I wasn't eating chocolate or watching reruns of Psych, I was painting. In the back room of the house. AKA the 'studio'.
But since my life has changed a bit and I now find myself reading and writing every minute of the day (wow, that's almost not an exaggeration) my 'studio' has become less of an artist's free-for-all and more of a writer's workshop.
So anyway, I have this great studio that my awesome husband made for me and it's so wonderful and inspiring but...I'm messy. :(
I can't deny it. "Messy" just comes with my personality. I'm loud. I'm artsy. I draw tattoos on people with sharpies. I let my kids throw food and color on the walls....I'm the epitome of "mess". Here is a picture of my studio earlier this afternoon:
Pretty wrecked, eh? Did you notice the dead plant on the piano bench? *sigh* Yeah. I fail at gardening. You'll
notice there's a suitcase on the white chair. Why, you ask? I have no idea. The studio is where I put things when I'm too lazy to walk all the way to wherever they belong. Honestly, I don't even know where the suitcase belongs. The garage, maybe? The attic? I have no clue. That's how truly unorganized I am. So my objective today was to clean this room. See below. :)
So instead, I write in my studio. I call it my 'studio' because, up until 4 months ago, I spent the majority of my time painting. (Well, let's be honest here, I spent the majority of my time eating and watching TV.) But when I wasn't eating chocolate or watching reruns of Psych, I was painting. In the back room of the house. AKA the 'studio'.
But since my life has changed a bit and I now find myself reading and writing every minute of the day (wow, that's almost not an exaggeration) my 'studio' has become less of an artist's free-for-all and more of a writer's workshop.
So anyway, I have this great studio that my awesome husband made for me and it's so wonderful and inspiring but...I'm messy. :(
I can't deny it. "Messy" just comes with my personality. I'm loud. I'm artsy. I draw tattoos on people with sharpies. I let my kids throw food and color on the walls....I'm the epitome of "mess". Here is a picture of my studio earlier this afternoon:
Pretty wrecked, eh? Did you notice the dead plant on the piano bench? *sigh* Yeah. I fail at gardening. You'll
notice there's a suitcase on the white chair. Why, you ask? I have no idea. The studio is where I put things when I'm too lazy to walk all the way to wherever they belong. Honestly, I don't even know where the suitcase belongs. The garage, maybe? The attic? I have no clue. That's how truly unorganized I am. So my objective today was to clean this room. See below. :)
Ah, much better. I give it 2...3 days tops before it returns to its normal state of messiness.
Because I fail at cleaning.
And putting away suitcases.
(You can't see it, but right now that black suitcase is actually crammed in the studio closet. Viola! No more suitcase.)
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