When I first started writing, our large, ungainly Mac was in the unused bedroom in our little house. Our kids shared a room at the time, so this other room was empty and unfinished. After our daughter claimed it at the age of six, McIrish kindly framed out a tiny room in our basement: the Pit of Despair, I called it, because as any writer can tell you, writing is HARD! And wonderful. But hard!
Then, a couple of years ago, I moved just down the street to a little apartment over my neighbor’s garage. It’s adorable. It was fairly filthy when I moved in, but I love to clean (Hungarian, what can I say?), and I scrubbed away. A year or so later, I got new carpeting. Just recently, it was painted, so now it’s wicked cute. Writing is still hard, so I call the place the Lair of Despair.
Here are a few of the little things I love about the apartment. Thought you might want to see them, too.
The chair of chairs. Yes, it’s so comfy! And dopey and cheerful, don’t you think?
Yoshi and Spike and Edmontosaurus, donated by my kids to keep me company.
The bowl of Hershey Nuggets with Almonds.
Note the three empty wrappers. The day was young…
The Tom Hardy calendar. Much inspiration is derived from this, brought from my friend all the way from London!
The all-important coffee cups.
My plant table. Please note Henry, the iron turtle, my companion, and guard-animal. Willow barks at him.
My kitchen. Should you visit, I can offer you coffee, seltzer water, or soup. Maybe some yogurt. You should probably check the sell-by date. But I’d be happy to see you!
So glad you could stop by!