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.
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