A Space of One's Own

These days, I'm focused pretty squarely on my health, which means I've been contemplating a standing desk. 

It's a silly idea, really, because I probably couldn't write standing up. I can barely write at a desk! When it comes to writing, I'm easy. The only thing I really and truly need is a sofa or wide chair. (On holiday, I can write sitting in bed, as long as I have pillows behind me. )

The thing is, I'm a yogi at heart so I almost always sit with my legs crossed, as if I'm three years old. You can't do that in a narrow chair. And on a hard chair, forget it. But on a sofa, crossing those legs makes a perfect little nest for my computer, and I'm off to the races. 

Everything else feels like procrastination to me, and I write while my toddler naps, so time is at a premium. Finding a view or special lighting would take time. Looking for the right music would suck my brain into iTunes for the entire afternoon. 

The fire may be lit or not. Sunny, raining, hailing, I don't care. I don't require a lucky pen or need to start writing at a precise time or wear special writing socks or hold the perfect mug or create mood lighting. I sometimes write in the dark!

All I need is a cushy seat--any cushy seat. A large pot of tea, a small bit of honey, and a throw blanket also are welcome, but not necessary. 


Photo credit: My oldest, 2008, took this photo while I was writing. Is that how I look to them when I'm writing? All bug-eyes and no mouth?