The Writing Shed Cometh

It’s time for a writing shed.

While I enjoy writing at the dining table, it is time for me to move my writing wares to a dedicated location that doesn’t give me panoramic views of all the household chores I have to do.

There, beneath the blue tarp, is the floor of what will be my sacred writing space.

Imagine birdfeeders, a mineral lick for the deer, plants, and - most importantly - doors. Doors behind which exists a den of creativity. A place for writing, painting, and thinking.

::sigh::

What potential.