Are you a writer? Where do you write? What does it look like? What makes that particular spot special? That’s the topic of this month’s scribblings. See for yourself, and down below, check out the openers from Robin and Trish!
Parker Broaddus
Author of A Hero’s Curse & Nightrage Rising
Scribblings, scritchings and scratchings.
My writing desk is situated in the study, against the far wall, just right for catching the morning sun. It’s perhaps the one, sometimes, semi-quiet place in our small farmhouse complete with five kids. Other than the back corner of the hot water heater closet. I’ve only been able to use the space once or twice in its current location – 
ever since our move nine months ago I’ve been tromping around in Wellingtons with a hammer in hand upfitting and building and renovating. Bringing the farm back to life. Building a cottage on the place to host guests. But all of that is wrapping up. And now, as we wade into September in earnest, I’ve finally got one eye on my writing desk.
The desk itself is an older one, refinished and painted, stuffed with paperwork and notes, pens and checkbooks, and surrounded on both sides by books. Of course. Small treasures are tucked away on shelves. Items of no real value, but they remind me of histories, people, and places.
Having now used the space (twice now!), I can attest to its appropriateness as a writing corner. I was able to sit down to type out a few words, only to get distracted by something I needed to look up on Amazon, look out the window and note that I needed to mow grass, go get more coffee, respond to hollering in the other room, come back, try to pick up my place in the paragraph, check my email (nothing new), review my sticky note to-do list, strum a minute on my guitar, realize with a shock how much time I’d already spent piddling around at nothing, and then ultimately push through the tiny bit of writing I had assigned myself.
My review: it’s a fine corner that works beautifully as advertised. If there is any shortcoming, it has more to do with user error than functional design.
The window looks out at a pastoral view that’s like something out of a magazine. I don’t think it has really sunk in that we live here now. I feel like I’m in a movie, watching someone else. It’s been too much to soak in – too much to even appreciate all at once.
So my hope is to appreciate it slowly. Over the days, and months, and years.
Robin Lythgoe
Author of As the Crow Flies
I am one of those wildly lucky people who can claim an entire room for her writing space. With a population of one at my house, the quiet and privacy isn’t important anymore, but there is something to be said for having space dedicated to one’s dream. If only the room was the right color…
Patricia Reding
Author of Oathtaker
In truth, I cannot complain about not having enough room. After 30+ years of raising children, my husband and I are now alone in our home. While I would not use “large” as a word to describe it, even with children in the house we had significantly more room than my family of ten (Mom, Dad, and their eight daughters) had when I grew up. In those days, up to four shared a single bedroom, and there was but one bathroom for the entire clan. I’ve been blessed in that the circumstances in which I raised my children were significantly better—and yet, I was always at a loss for finding space for one thing in particular. That one thing was: me.
There it is! What about you? Do you have a spot that’s special? Drop me an email, send a picture, or comment below