Writing is sacred to me.
There has to be an energy flow throughout my workspace. I can’t feel closed in or isolated, it stifles my thoughts. I need natural light and noise that is also light and natural. I found it in my kitchen. The un-utilized breakfast nook became my open studio space…
I have my window-frame beach painting, so it feels like the magic of the ocean is right outside the window. The desk was my mother’s when she was a child, it’s quite old, which is odd because my mother is quite young for her age! I get my natural light from the back patio doors, seen (barely) in the top left of the photo. I could sit in that chair for hours on end, and often do come weekends!
As for writing supplies? I love notebooks and pens, I am very particular in what I will use as a vessel and a voice. Fancy is not the name of the game in this venture; it’s about line spacing and ink flow, and other such matters of writing importance.