I just admired my fellow writer Pat Esden’s corkboard on her wall.  It’s bursting with pink and white plot notes in very specific places on her very specific timeline.

http://patesden.livejournal.com/61204.html

Not only am I envious of her ability to crank out book after book (they’re good–and look what she does to get them that way), I’m envious of her space.  It is entirely refreshing and… voyeuristic? to see inside another writer’s room–her desk, her walls, the outlines she has posted up.  She has a writer’s heaven.

I cannot wait to have my own room to clutter (or clean–hers is still clean).  With artwork, outlines, corkboards, rejection letters, file cabinets, clotheslines, book shelves, a heavy bag, maybe a hammock… whatever helps my worlds come true.  I’ll bury myself in my writer’s sarcophagus and haunt any who dare intrude my heaven.

Which currently looks like this:

Lots of windows to see out of.

Thanks, Patty, that was a lovely present.