For years I have read about authors who would pick a select spot to do their writing, a space that they would light their creative energy and produce literary works of genius. Some would go to a diner every day, in the same booth, order a coffee and get to work. Others would rent a hotel room for a week where they would lock themselves away from the outside world until that work was finished.
Countless books about writing say that you have to find that place where you can go to everyday, a place where you can go and know that it is time to write. Until now, I couldn't find that space. Even when I bought a desk for my bedroom, it didn't help.
Then I was watching the Sex and the City movie and Carrie Bradshaw was buying a desk but she didn't just buy the first desk that she saw or the cheapest. It had to be the desk. I realized that was probably my problem until now.
I just got my hands on a new antique desk with six small draw, four legs. Yesterday as I set it up in my room I looked at it and wondered what I was going to put on or in the desk. I was a writer and I was going to do probably some of my best writing at this desk so it need to inspire.
Well what other way to inspire than surrounding myself with some of those literary geniuses. I have several classics that are binded with the antique binding. PERFECT. It was so simple. I put the books on either side of my laptop and that was it. In the draws, I put all my creative work. One draw was the was for all my newspaper clippings, another was for all my novels that I had started but never completed, another was for the those writing books and writer digest magazines.
As I completed fixing everything, I knew I hit the nail on the hand with this desk. I could feel the creative juices flowing already. I WANTED to sit at this place. I wanted to get to work. It's probably why I am blogging right now when I haven't in awhile.
I guess you are probably itching to see what this space now looks like. Without further ado...

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